The wind has changed and winter has arrived. Temperatures have dropped and there is a chill in the air.
In a sheltered corner of the garden, there are daffodils in flower.
A closer look shows that something has eaten part of a petal.
Hazel buds and catkins shine against the sky.
In recent high winds and stormy nights, a main branch has cracked away from the trunk of an old conifer.
When the tree man comes, we may need to fell it all.
Another Lenten hellebore flowers early.
Ice covers the pools and puddles in a field where rain water drains away.
A white camelia blooms in a sheltered corner. Again, something has been eating its petals.
The berberis has been fooled into early flower.......
...although crocus spikes are making a more timely appearance.
The Slate Grey Dog still has mud on her paws after a cold, fresh walk on the heath.
She curled up at my feet while I made a crumble with frozen garden blueberries and apples.
Out in the fields at feeding time, the sun had just dipped away. Salmon pink clouds drifted in on the cold north easterly air, above bare winter trees.