It's minus three C outside. I was waiting to see whether the sun was going to make an appearance, and use that as inspiration to spur me on to an attempt at walking off some of yesterday's indulgences, but instead the haar turned into freezing fog. Rather than accepting defeat and settling down in front of the telly with a pile of edible presents, I pulled on my big girl pants (especially useful, even in metaphorical sense) and made another stomp around my old stomping grounds.
And I'm glad I did. The fog wasn't bad enough to render all visibility down to zero, and the temperature was just on the turn when I came across a patch of gorse that had been covered in spider webs. The webs had obviously caught moisture from the fog, had frozen, and I walked past them just as they were beginning to thaw. I've never seen anything like it, and I'm glad I had my trusty Galaxy SII with me to record the melting beauty!
