frost pocket

There are some shadowy parts around here where the frost hasn't melted for two days (our house is on a north facing slope so the garden resembles  the one in Oscar Wilde's The Selfish Giant, where it is always winter..). There's a particular frost pocket down by the old railway line where only foxes go, and I climbed over the fence and scrambled down the slope to take some photos just as the last rays of sun disappeared behind the hill (this was at about 2.30pm). It was very beautiful down there. My own pockets were full of frost when I returned :-)