It was a bit cold this morning – minus 3.5 degrees C according to my car. With a bit of a breeze and the proximity of the River Trent it felt even colder. I started taking photos and twenty minutes later, when my hands could no longer feel the button, I called it a day and sat in the car with the heater on. Julia continued her inspection, declared the garden closed for the day and started ringing round to reorganise things.
Frozen solid and minus three and a half degrees, though the moles are still active
I think it’s fair to say that they enjoyed themselves more in the main building than they would have done in the garden.
There was still plenty to see, though it was mostly droopy and covered in frost crystals. I tried to get some sun into the pictures but it was a bit low in the sky, and concealed behind trees.
A cold-looking garden gnome
The poppies, meanwhile, are standing up to the cold weather better than the real flowers.
From there I dropped Julia at the main building and went to the jewellers to get a safety chain fitted to one of her Christmas presents. I will say no more…
I managed to do some shopping before my return home and a session of writing Christmas cards and blogging before starting to cook tea.
This is the street, complete with frozen snow. Despite the forecast of higher temperatures I fear it may last a week or more, and continue to be a hazard underfoot.
A wintry scene