Jack Frost visited our village during the night, leaving a fresh layer of frost in the morning, which created a nice winter landscape. Once you start walking, you soon warm up, though.
One half of the village lido was frozen, but at the other end, the sun had thawed it out. Our local council has decided to take over the running of the lido instead of the angling club. There are too many cygnets getting killed by swallowing discarded fish hooks so it is just going to be run as a nature reserve, which is a good thing.
The hedges lining the footpaths were also covered with frost. Although cold temperatures provided a lovely crispy sight, the warmth from the sun soon began to melt away any remaining frost; it was clear that it wouldn’t last for long. On this particular winter day, there was a lovely blue sky.
I saw a little robin foraging for food among the leaves on the ground. I always carry birdseed in my pocket, so I threw some on the ground. Within seconds, it was quickly eaten up.
In typical British style, weather can change quickly; after a brief shower, a lovely rainbow appeared over the village pond, and the sun appeared once again.
