Frosty Morning

It's been an unusually warm winter, hardly any frosts, and certainly no snow.
I was woken up this morning not by the sun rising, but by the moon setting. It had been a very clear night, which meant it actually got cold.
I didn't manage to venture out with the camera until around 9.30, but everywhere was still glittering.



I'd just lit the fire and there was a slight temperature inversion, the smoke was sinking in to the valley rather than floating away.


The melt was starting though. Before long this patch of moss in a wooden bench will be free of the ice.


Tonight is meant to be even colder, though we're still a long way off the temperatures of last year, the icicles from the guttering nearly reached the floor.