All that's been missing the last few mornings has been the sun. Today it came - with a sunrise worth waiting for. Then the cold fingers could be forgotten leaving us to admire the range of colours on the rime clinging to trees.
The cold has also thankfully neutralised the mud which had been everywhere. As boots hit the ground there's a satisfying thump only heard after days of hard frost.
Most of this week the A625 road has been quiet without trucks and hard driven commuter traffic. Yesterday was almost silent as people stayed in bed after new year's celebrations but there was rather more traffic this morning and doubtless Monday will be back to normal.
Our feathered stalker followed us much of the way anxious that none of his expected booty should disappear. He may look as innocent as could be but minutes later he was delivering a savage attack on a rival redbreast wanting a share of this morning's treats.
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