This week began grey and foggy, what few hours of daylight we get at this time of year was filtered through a double layer of dirty 'nets'. Yesterday I went for a walk with friends before having lunch in the local pub, we walked over fields frozen solid and dusted with frost – like icing sugar on a giant chocolate log cake.
In the evening I had to drive over the border into Cambridgeshire, along dark winding lanes;
visibility was about 20 metres and the car warning message continuously
flashed to remind me of "danger of ice" . . . it was -3C. On the way
home I sensed that something strange was happening, in places the fog
was becoming thinner and the trees seemed different . . . white and
This morning the fog had completely gone! Overnight all the tiny droplets of water in the air had formed ice crystals attached to every twig and leaf . . . this was a opportunity not to be missed, after breakfast I went out for a walk with my camera.
I crossed the road opposite my studio and walked down the path behind behind the village church . . .
. . . and emerged into a magical glittering ice-crystal world . . .
As I returned along the field edges I heard a strange sound – the crackling, splintering, tinkling sound of ice crystals falling from the branches high above.
The winter sun's warmth was enough to melt the crystals and they fell like snow all around me, onto the frozen ground.
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