Dried Flowers in a Wheat Field

When we woke up, there was almost no frost on the school field. Very slowly the temperature has inched up to four degrees centigrade so that the environment no longer looks like a fairy wonderland. It's cloudy. 

After a late brunch, Len took Basil out for a walk in the park while I messed about at the computer. This is an alternative view of the dried flower display in a vase that I took last week.