The other night it froze hard. The stars were out, the moon was shining and a thick frost spread across the countryside.
As the sun rose and sunlight flooded into my bedroom, there was nothing for it but to throw on some wellies and wrap up warm to venture outside.
Glistening under the morning light, the country slowly woke up. The corn fields glowed red under the pink sky, the big oak stretched its branches and dusted itself down while the rusty gate creaked open.
The haybales had been coated with sparkles, the leaves dusted with ice and the hedgerows, nipped by jack frost, slowly defrosted.
Walking through the fields, seeing your breath in the air, hearing geese fly overhead (something that chokes me every time I see them) and watching the dogs run across the stubble before heading home for hot coffee and to start the day at work. Lucky I was working from home that day!