A bright moon last night with clear skies so a hard frost lingered in shadows through Sunday. I wrapped up warm against the winter chill and shed garments up on Scout Scar to sit in the sun contemplating a sea of mist.
The quality of light was different, with a strong sun from early in the morning, Toward Morecambe Bay, Arnside Knott rose dark above dazzling white mist.
Out of the sun, shadowy frost pockets held their winter chill from dawn to dusk. But where the sun touched down the feel of the earth beneath my feet changed as frost melted and there was a slithery layer of mud on my walk home.