Another cold morning.

A really frosty morning and an early morning perambulation, with the frost on it the countryside takes on a numinous quality,

like an illustration for a childhood fantasy,

could this be an Ent lurking on the golf course?

The mundane becomes beautiful.

But already

snowdrops,

crocus

and daffodils are heralding the turn of the seasons.

Unfortunately the barbers was shut today so my silvery locks have survived and I had to go and sit in the Red Lion while Jill had her hair done; and lovely it looks.