Meadows and Woodland Edge

I woke up about six and realised I wouldn't be able to sleep any longer. The grass was stiff with hoar frost and the light was bright and almost blinding.  A vociferous morning chorus of birds at it, nineteen to the dozen. So I got up and went a wander with the camera, although it being very chilly, I wasn't out that long.
It has been a time with a lot to do and I have not felt at my best just lately. Never mind, only a couple of weeks till Easter when I have a couple of weeks off, a family gathering and five days in Barcelona.