Full Moon

On the first morning of the year a large full moon over the woods half an hour before the sun appeared.
Sheep were not impressed and preferred to cower behind the wall dreaming of better pickings in spring. When the sun finally came up the golden light transformed the snow at the top of Thistle Hill.

Here the thin crust above the softer snow was no match for my new size 11 insulated Muck Boots, the warmest footwear I've ever owned. But the giant tracks across the hill will have been easy to follow for anyone training in detective work.