After the overnight frost we scraped ice of the the car windows soon after 11 a.m. and ventured out into the cold forest’s sunlit chill.
A five barred gate cast its shadows among golden brown autumn leaves, some of which brushed my head on their descent to the verge of
South Sway Road.
Wootton moorland’s milk-white mantle was streaked with silver
coating leaves, ferns, and grasses.
A pointillist’s brush had stippled the still lingering leaves.
Although traces of ice still continued to cloud the surfaces of neighbouring potholes the rippling stream at Wootton Bridge freely flowed.
This evening we enjoyed second helpings of yesterday’s Red Chilli takeaway.