Jack's Bouquet

I'm not quite sure how the ice has formed on the higher grasses but it was mighty beautiful.  I whooped with delight when I found these, did a double check that I was on my own and whooped again!

I only met three people on the moors but funnily enough, knew them all.  With that ferociously cold wind though, it wasn't a day for hanging around. I realised Little Dog staying in the shelter of the valley with Rich was most definitely right as my level of frosted language increased as the temperature plummeted on the way down.