On a frosty morning like today, one of the best feelings is to wrap up well and go for an early morning walk. To be the first person across the crunchy frosted grass is a privilege worth waking up for – even during a holiday.
It was -5°C last night. This was taken at our local park when there were only three other people there, all with dogs. It was dry, crisp and there was no wind.
Within an hour, the park was full of its usual Sunday traffic of rugby and football teams and their small crowds.