Mist and Thaw

Monday night, and the rain arrived. Warmer , wet Atlantic air came, pushing the freezing east winds backwards and bringing us a thaw.

Still icy fields had lost their shield of snow and the trees dripped. Mists rose from the wet land and the sun hardly showed its face all day, so dark it seemed after the white snow brightness of the days at Christmas.

In the lane, puddles appeared , yet shaded corners still held on to sheet ice and small heaps of melting snow.

Damp coated ponies watched out of the mist.

The trees on Stonechat Hill blurred, almost invisible, into fog and sky.

On the high heath, puddles stayed frozen.......

but lichen, young heather and moss shone out; green survivors from underneath the snow.

Down the puddled lane.....

...feather on a twig......

and a field submerged in mist.

An eye in the lens.....

......... raindrops.......

....and through a window, a lone, hungry rabbit ventured out to feed on soaking grass.