Patina of frost on a bin bag, December 2008A small thaw yesterday and suddenly the white world disappeared. The trees lost their brushing of frost and powder snow and we could see brown and grey trees all the way up the hill. At 0C it felt almost warm. Then the skies cleared and the temperature dropped again. A bright sunny day, the first sunshine for a week or more, brilliant and clear; suddenly our horizons broadened and we could see much further. Cold and clear overnight, another dip to minus 3. And so this morning was bright and cold, the frost returned, the powder snow still lying on the frozen water buckets. Winter as it should be.
With no direct sunlight on the cottage the frost stays longer and the house feels lit from below the horizon, as if the sun is just below the skyline. The light on the other side of the valley is heavy and brassy, a red-gold colour, that we have likened before to Welsh gold. The sunlight seems thick, sluggish, cold.
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