Autumn seems to have slipped seemlessly into early winter. A heavy frost last night left the muddy ground solid for a change. For several weeks the mornings have been dank and dark, turning to dank and dull when the recent end of British Summertime gained us an hour's light at the start of the day.
This morning there was a distinct difference. It was fresh and clear. As the sun peered over the hill the sky turned rose-pink and gold for a few minutes, dropping the white starkness of the frosted grass into shadow and painting the horses in the back field as dark sillouhettes with small puffs of warm air floating around their muzzles.
Tranquil and beautiful. What a lovely way to start the day.
Truly a magical November morning.