Part of the den walk.
Rosehips in deep freeze.
Frost crystals on deadhead of vegetation.
Ice forming on the overhanging twigs at the little rapids.
Today I took Mo and the gaiters up the den on what must have been one of the coldest, sunniest days of the year. The gaiters were very successful and although I slithered and slid along the path through a layer of very powdery, frosted snow on top of the previous deep, frozen, icy layer my jeans remained dry under them, with no snow into my boots either. I just hope the fashion police weren't patrolling that particular area this afternoon.