The first frosty morning

At the halfway point of my commute I found Ashford surprisingly lovely with the first frosty morning lit by a wintry sun. I just missed a lovely shot of a grown man writing the very foulest of insults to someone named Gary in the frost on a window pane because my steam powered iPhone 3G needs to be gently coaxed to wakefulness. A shame.
Here's some reflected morning sky instead.