A day of rest at Barlaston

Caxton moored at Barlaston

We were greeted this morning by a very hard frost and a crystal blue sky again - lovely.  By the time I had emerged from bed and boat the sun had cleared the ice and it was time to walk the dogs.  I left himself doing some computer housekeeping and headed off through Barlaston village to the Down, a tract of wooded land now owned by the NT.  A couple of hours rambling about up there was just the ticket and by the time I arrived back at Caxton the boaty chores had also been completed and I could reach for a book and just chill.

This naked beech tree just looked fantastic in the bright sunshine.