Early morning from Moyles Court. Freezing fog. Freezing everything come to that!
Early morning from Moyles Court. Freezing fog. Freezing everything come to that!
If I don’t put my front foot down, I’m one quarter less cold!
Come on, throw the ball!
There’s a freezing fog this morning – it’s misty….
…and murky all around
Even the most drab things are transformed after a little snow – an old and broken gorse bush
Gorse – the most hardy of flowers
The sun tries to break through lighting the birch trees…
…creating lovely light through the fog
New Forest tundra and melt water in Whitemoor Bottom
Harry on the ice floes
Pony prints in the snow
The mist is clearing now
Birch trunks into the rising sun
Tall me!
Gate to nowhere
Birches in the sun and snow
Pony enjoying the relative heat of the rising sun
It’s a hard life at this time of year, a prickly one too as this pony munches on gorse – carefully!
I have visions of the pony and rabbit that made these prints side by side walking together discussing the cold weather
Rob’s tree, lit by the sun and looking quite lovely
From the tumulus above the sand pit at Moyles Court, the view starts to appear