We had our first proper frost of the season in southern England last night. I knew it was coming (I like to keep tabs on the weather forecast), so I decided last night that I would get up and out early this morning.
It was bitingly cold – my fingers felt the pain of the frost even though I had gloves on – and surprisingly the distraction of looking for photographic subjects didn’t stop me feeling the cold as it would usually do. Perhaps it was the shock of low temperatures after such a long period of relatively mild conditions.
There was much prettiness around: frost patterns on and around leaves; umbellifers adorned with hoar frost; back-lit beauties everywhere as the sun came up ……. and then I saw this fence post. It looked like it had been standing there helping to guard the field for years – slightly weathered and showing its age, but still steadfast and strong.