Morning Wood

It is interesting to look at everyone's shots, and recognise how each person's blips encompass the environment in which they live and interact. Mine is increasingly constrained by a reluctance to travel, and reflects the landscape that surrounds me.

It was minus six Centigrade when I got up this morning, but before long the minus had switched to a plus (albeit only to around four degrees) and the ice hard frost rimed ground began to soften. This oak was especially lovely in the low sunshine.

On the other side of it (extra), the southern Cotswold escarpment in all its glory. From the Tyndall monument to the north, beneath which McMurtry's very cool Swinhay house stands, to the Wotton Hill jubilee clump further west. It's not a bad part of the world. :-)