The orchard was white with rime and I had to return to the house to pick up some gloves or my fingers would have dropped off! The hens stepped gingerly out of their house rather than pushing each other out of the way to get to at their food, as usual!
The newly born calf seemed unperturbed and snuggled down into the frost as if it were some splendid duvet - his coat is already woolly and thick.
By the time I reached the bottom of the valley, I was frozen, but the sun was coming up above the trees as I looked back up towards the house.
The tables seem like a room extension outside...they're great when there's a wedding on - would like to see a marquee here at Christmas. Now there's an idea - perhaps a party!