Imagine my surprise, stepping outside into the garden late last night, avec le chien, to find a merest sprinkle of snow. It was certainly not deep, or even, but very crispy and crunchy with night time temperatures of about -1C.
This morning, after a Skype with my son and the little Melbourne Munchkin (with a rendition of Frozen from herself), Mr Gaucho gave us a lift into the village, and the DGs (doggy girls) and I walked back along a section of the John Muir Way. The earth does indeed stand hard as iron.
That's the North Sea, forming the grey line across the centre of the photo below.
Water, like a stone - or a cave painting.
And hay bales, swiss rolls dusted with icing sugar.