Our valley is a bit of a frost pocket. The hills around are high and it can take most of the day for the sun to thaw the frost in some parts of the village.
A few days ago we woke up to an iron hard frost that gleamed and sparkled all day.
With double glazing and central heating it's not often that Jack Frost pays us a visit these days but this time he painted windows and puddles with his icy brush. Everywhere there were patterns of feathers and leaves.
Magical. Merry Christmas. xxx