Glory tree

Was up early this morning, gritting a mile or so of icy local pavements - yes really - before too many pedestrians were up and about.

(Don't ask.)

No-one came and helped this morning - but there were compensations; the morning itself being one of them. As I worked, it turned from night to day and lit the old old oak tree that looms over Ipswich Road into a glory of gold and pink and black black silhouette against the icy blue sky..