Winter

"When milk come frozen home in pail and shepherd John doth blow his nail - tis winter"
That Shakespeare was an observant chap wasn't he?
Minus 2 or 3 overnight and brilliant sun this morning.
Roads really dodgy.
Walked around Hempstead and Radwinter and some how ended up at the Bluebell at lunchtime.
Bowl of broth, lumps of b&b and a couple of pints of Wherry.
Aaaah.