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.