Fog and Frost

At our house close to the River Tyne, 400m I guess, it was misty and cold this morning but as I gained height up the hill, the mist turned to freezing fog.

It was cold!
But after a couple of lean days on the photo front, the light was wonderful.

Horses sorted, I made my way up to my Mothers cottage after an ’emergency’ phone call.  The hens were frozen into their house!

The Children’s Mother delivered the hen house door a hefty blow and the hens rushed out into the cold sun which was burning through fog at this even higher level.  The liberator of hens vanished into the cottage for coffee while I cleaned the ark and walked the dogs.  A few shots of the frosted leaves and I went indoors to thaw my now frozen fingers.


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