Magical

With such a hard frost and the likelihood of hoar frost on the top of Charnwood Forest, I dragged Len and Basil off to Beacon Hill. We found the path that follows the contour of the hill. Len was worried that I wouldn't make the walk but I managed.

In truth, I probably overdid it but the views were so magical.

There was a slight breeze and the frost was falling off the trees. It won't take long for it all to disappear.