Jack frost has been at work coating the countryside with icy beads all has become mineralised.
The light is soft and milky everything that is familiar looks magical and heightened.
Come with us (Mr.Boodle and I)
as we step out onto the crunchy grass, each blade edged with icy beading.
Come and see this rock salted frozen landscape.
The fence posts have been blanched and dusted with diamonds they are pale and magical, softly glinting in the difused morning light.
Barbed wire becomes decorous caked in its frosting.
Turning for home we see a kiss in the hedgrow