Frosty roofs and minus 3.

The Feast Day of Saint Brendan.
My Grandson is 16 today.
The silvery Moon in the clear blue sky looked amazing this morning as I plodded up the frosty path to Best One shop for the Daily Mail and the bumper edition of The People's Friend.
All the overgrown nettles and grasses along the path take on a new beauty with the exquisite frost accentuating their pattern and shape.
The cats are doing well but have occupied my blips for several days, so I photographed the frosty roofs and garden for a change. All the bird's water is frozen solid, so I put out some fresh water, seed and mealworms. The starlings all swooped down in droves almost immediately.
I may update this later but in the meantime, take care blip friends and keep safe and warm.