A big bowl of porridge

Lying in bed early this morning I thought it must have snowed. It was so quiet and still. Peeking through the window rewarded me with blue skies and another heavy frost. Everything glittered and sparkled. I couldn't wait to walk up to the woods once the children were all on their buses heading for school and as soon as they were Doggo and I set out. I think we must have walked for a good two hours before I recognised the tightness in my stomach as hunger. It really was beautiful, the landscape transformed and the air crisp and clean. I had a big bowl of porridge when I got home and fired up the wood burner to bring my toes back to life.