The first truly chilly start of the season. It began with drive through retina-melting low sun interspersed with patches of clichéd moorland mist. On arrival at Lionel and Lavinia’s I was surprised by the forgotten feeling of early morning cold and damp. Coats were scrambled for, shoulders slightly hunched, work the antidote to dankness. Shrubs were draped with cauls of gossamer, lawns diamond studded. Then the promised warmth slowly unwrapped us, first jackets, then fleece were stripped. Finally sleeves were pushed up and brows wiped. On cue the speciality of the house was welcomed, reviving Mexican lime cordial, previous shivers all but forgotten.
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Off The Edge Gardening 
That photo is a work of art, beautiful. Isn’t it wonderful when the sun does come out at this time of year and the warmth seeps in to everything.
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It was very slow to warm this morning, but steady and most welcome! Thanks x
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Beautiful!
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🙂
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Lovely photo Gill. I don’t think I would have been out and about quite as early as you yesterday, but it was very warm in Broadstairs. I managed to get a few daffs planted. The only problem with the crisp mornings is knowing what to wear. I was in shorts by the end of the day!
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Lots of layers is the answer! I would have preferred a warm jacket yesterday first thing but only took a waterproof (ever optimistic!). Later, yes my Daisy Duke shorts would have been better. Don’t choke, not really. I laughed at my own joke then, so sad. 😀
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Well, what a vision. I’d wolf-whistle, only a) I can’t whistle and b) you wouldn’t hear me!
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Quite! 🙂
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Very nice photographic capture! I always forget about that low winter sun until I’m blinded by it once again.
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And me! It is horrid driving into it 😦
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