It was a bit cold this morning – minus 3.5 degrees C according to my car. With a bit of a breeze and the proximity of the River Trent it felt even colder. I started taking photos and twenty minutes later, when my hands could no longer feel the button, I called it a day and sat in the car with the heater on. Julia continued her inspection, declared the garden closed for the day and started ringing round to reorganise things.
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Frozen solid and minus three and a half degrees, though the moles are still active
I think it’s fair to say that they enjoyed themselves more in the main building than they would have done in the garden.
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There was still plenty to see, though it was mostly droopy and covered in frost crystals. I tried to get some sun into the pictures but it was a bit low in the sky, and concealed behind trees.
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A cold-looking garden gnome
The poppies, meanwhile, are standing up to the cold weather better than the real flowers.
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From there I dropped Julia at the main building and went to the jewellers to get a safety chain fitted to one of her Christmas presents. I will say no more…
I managed to do some shopping before my return home and a session of writing Christmas cards and blogging before starting to cook tea.
This is the street, complete with frozen snow. Despite the forecast of higher temperatures I fear it may last a week or more, and continue to be a hazard underfoot.
A wintry scene
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