As I travelled to Cardiff this week, I encountered the coldest day so far. A night of -8 or lower across the country meant everything was frozen white. I was travelling Eastwards into Wales so the train journey was along a beautiful coast on one side and endless fields on the other. There hung a heavy mist and the sun was hidden in the clouds. All plants glittered with frost. It was unlike snow as it did not hide or cover the lanscape. This was just a frozen countryside, with ice glazing. Breathtakingly beautiful. The best part of winter is the eerie silence it brings. No birds, no bees, no hovering birds, everything is put to sleep and you can hear the silence. Time Stops.
as i silently kick myself for not bringing along a camera.