Cold Feet

A hard, hard frost and the spectacularly silver kind of dawn that gives you no choice, but to get up and out and into the hills.
Taken by surprise, not by the fact that Miranda's feet had out-grown last year's boots, but that the seemingly endless supply of second hand boots, lined up and ready for her to grow into had, for the first time in hert childhood, dried up, we threw caution to the wind and she set off in her school shoes.
Despite walking briskly and running the hay horse scale several times, her feet, were cold and numb, and she took up Janine's offer of a ride.