And so to SIzergh where reeds beside a lake flagged at the approach of winter and today they glitter with hoar frost. Beyond the reed bed there's an alder, its crown thick with catkins of deep purple.
After two weeks of freezing cold Thursday 15th is bitter but spectacular. Friday is dreary day with snow thawing into thick slush that causes traffic chaos. Saturday sees melting snow compacted into ice, and freezing rain. Black ice, invisible black ice, a thin sheet of clear ice or glaze. I venture forth, realise it's a bad idea so I hunker down and immerse myself in that glorious winter's day at Sizergh.