Our morning walk was magical, surrounded by the grasses and dry bracken that had been touched by Jack Frost. However, by the time we arrived back home, I could feel the difference in the air and hear the drip of the melting ice.
I had another effort at making a clootie dumpling, except this time there was no cloot (cloth) involved as it was a recipe for the microwave. I was amazed how well it turned out so that is now in the freezer, ready to be warmed on Sunday for the orchard event.