Frosty Feet

A late night trip through to the wild west and an early start to do some important parentage business. It's unheard of to be up early on a Saturday but the smell of bacon rolls lured me from under the quilt.

Another glorious morning was also beckoning so trooped out into the garden, only to find it was frosty. As the sun crept towards the house, my slipper-clad footprints turned green.