Author | Writer | Photographer
simonwhaley A sharp frost overnight has changed the landscape. This morning, I passed this solitary leaf lying in a field, encased in frost. The patterns produced were wonderful.
Many thanks to Tracy Fells, for her kind words about The Positively Productive Writer and my feature in the February issue of Writing magazine, on her The Literary Pig blog.
It moves. Under the ice. Silently. Stealthily. While people walk by, completely oblivious.
Out near Knighton today, and just loved the way the River Teme takes a meandering sojourn through the valley.
A busy morning meant I only had a short while to nip out for a wander today, but crossing over a stream I found myself encapsulated by the white lines of …
As the stream passed over the rocks on the bed, the water appeared to dance, or weave, from one side to the other. I found it quite mesmerising. (So much …
A tad nippy this morning … but just take a closer look at the frost covering my car. It looks more like fur than ice crystals.
A short stroll this afternoon, but long enough to hear the birds making the most of the afternoon sunshine.
I think today’s snow has taken a few by surprise. It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to make an impact on some photos, so I uploaded one to my BBC WeatherWatchers account. Then I was sitting eating my lunch, watching the BBC’s One o’clock News, and as the camera panned out for the national forecast I could see a picture that looked familiar…
