Icy morning

We woke to a very frosty garden this morning, the temperature was down to -6°c overnight, brrrrh chilly. However the garden was looking gorgeous, all sprinkled with a white dusting of frost.

We needed to nip out to pick up some meat from the butchers, for dinner tomorrow night, so we wrapped up and headed into Bar-sur-Seine. Brian couldn’t resist but take a few photographs of the icy landscape on the way.

When we returned home, the sun was shining and it was still very chilly, but I suggested we popped on our walking boots and headed out for a short walk. I thought it would be good to take a left at the end of the village, the opposite direction to the point de vue, this Would take us up behind our house. The scenery was spectacular. The sun did not reach this part of the forest and the frosty spikes growing from the trees were looking quite fierce, but we knew that they would just vanish if the sun could reach them.

We were so glad we’d headed out for our chilly walk.