With sleeep still heavy in our eyes and the scent of last nights fire still heavy in our hair, we donned our woollies and headed up the hill behind our home.
Up there was a world bedecked with liquid jewels, swirling in white cloud.
Cold noses and rosy cheeks, frosty leaves and flecks of golden, everlasting colour.
We stayed a while in this magical place then headed back towards home with thoughts of hot chocolate and toast with jam fresh on our minds.
Have a lovely, warm weekend
Cxo
