And these are from a frosty walk a couple of days later. I love the way the light glows on the frost.
Still some old brown beech-leaves clinging to some of the trees in the wood, and a heavy frost on the ground. Very welcome it was too, since I didn't have my new wellies yet, and having a hole in the old ones put a limit on where I could walk. I had to leap a stream most athletically to get here, since I don't fancy walking in soaking walking boots when the ice is on the ground.
And a little later, after the frost had melted, it looked as though there was a heavenly visitation going on somewhere off up the hill.