On a cold and frosty morning!

Well, after having waxed lyrical earlier on about the joys of a bright crisp English morning today I was reminded why it is I so often wonder why I stay in this country. Today was one of those cold, dark, dank mornings that reminds me of why it is I generally tend to hate the British weather. Crisp frost underfoot that makes it feel like you are walking cornflakes and a damp chill in the air that feels as though it is sinking into your bones. The sort of morning where on my walk to the train station to begin my daily battle with British rail that your nose drips constantly like a tap. Not pleasant. Still, at least today the train was only ten minutes late so my bottom hadn’t completely frozen to the bench on the platform, just a small amount of frost bite that was sorted out by cuddling the radiator when I made it into the office.

Not like these poor little darlings. (Not a great picture again) Every morning when I arrive in the sleepy little village I work in these ducks cheer me up. This morning though I was quite concerned that perhaps they were frozen into the pond. (After seeing them for three Winters in a row you’d think I’d realise this doesn’t happen. But, first thing in the morning and only one cup of tea down your mind can play funny tricks on you.) Suffice to say they weren’t frozen in, they managed to extricate themselves with quite a flurry when a small child threw a stack of bread at them! So there was no need for me to take them to work to snuggle the radiator with me! (I did take the picture after I realised they weren’t in any danger, I’m not that mean!)

The other nice thing about where I work is this sort of mini glen near the train station.

It always seems quite peaceful, it has a small path that wends it way through it and when it is dark and the lamp posts are lit it looks a bit like the clearing in Narnia, when the kids first come through the wardrobe! Or perhaps that is just my imagination running away with me. When Spring is a bit closer there are always daffodils and crocuses (croci, I’m never sure of the plural) and snow drops scattered around too, so it is quite a pretty little place if you can ignore the train line behind the trees and the road running behind you!