For once the sun was shining, and outside was sparkling, so I took the descision that this was a good day to skive off for the morning and go walking with the dogs.
The lanes were full of frozen water, lethal in a car, but the streams and gullies were full of ice sculptures.
The hedges looked as if they'd been dusted with icing sugar.
And the puddles had frozen in to fantastic patterns.
The tops of the hill have a dusting of snow, and after days of grey rain it was nice to see everything sparkling.
There's currently a lot of bored looking rams about the place, their jobs for the year are done, so there's nothing to do except wait around for spring. The fashion round here seems to involve spraying your rams with as much coloured spray as posssible. It certainly makes them easy to spot, but is less than ideal for fleece. Mind you, as this one is a Welsh Mountain his fleece is probably going to end up as insulation.
These Texel rams were rather unimpressed with the cold weather, they'd got a warm frost free patch under them and were determined not to move!