A VIVID red glow greeted me as the eastern sky took on colour as the sun rose.
On the ground, though, it was all silver.
The first real frost of the winter was a wake up call to what may follow. Fields were silvered over as pheasants gathered at the edges of dew ponds waiting for the thaw to bring them their first drink of the day.
Rooks were out early, feeding among sheep as they looked for insect and whatever else the sheep disturbed.
Pink-feet were flying across the moss in the direction of Ormskirk, in quite a tight formation for them. Perhaps there is warmth in numbers even in the cold air up there!
A field of winter wheat was bowed down and buckled by the weight of the frost. A couple of hours will see it spring back. It was noticeable that fields nearer the coast were not as badly affected in this way.
The Downholland Brook has subsided and is back to its normal level after the weekend storms.
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