Chilly Gilly

P1030609 Today was proper winter.  Winter just like in story books.  Not damp and dark, but raw and bright.  After a frosty start, and the first windscreen scrape of the season, the sun rose blindingly.  Where its magic wand touched the crusty ground it thawed, making is quite workable.  Shaded plants glistened with stardust.  Wearing more layers than a millefeuille I stayed toasty warm in this mysterious icy land.  At lunchtime I sat with my face to the sun and basked like a self-satisfied cat.  Or perhaps a self-satisfied gardener.

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