The quarry floor.

Woke up this morning and the ground was covered in frost, the first of the season.

Late start for our walk as Mr P C was doing the lockdown shop and by the time we left it had turned pretty grey and dismal - the quarry did not offer up much for a blip.

The rest of the day spent doing a bit of cleaning.

Home made fish and chips for tea complete with mushy peas, bread and butter.