Nature’s frozen fireworks

We woke to a hard overnight frost which left all the trees, plants and leaves with a white hoar frost. It would have been very pretty in bright sunshine. As it was it was uniformly grey.

Sunday brunch was porridge and kippers. Not in the same bowl you understand.

We ventured out for a walk along with many others. Traffic in the lanes was quiet, not so on the main roads through the village.

That’s about all that’s worth mentioning.