A light silvery frost coast the ground as I head out on my walk this morning, the first frost of the year. I head through south field where the cows are happily grazing in the morning sun. A Carion Crow pecks around the bottom of a hay bail pulled apart by the cows.
A small flock of Goldfinch bounce across the field overhead gold sides catching the sunlight. A Raven flies low over the field calling as it soars past.
Knapweed stalks stand tall over the grass, the dead stalks holding aloft the dried flower head now a pearlescent slivery colour. In the shorter turf towards the top of field 10 a patch of dead Yarrow catches my attention; one stands right in the middle alive and still in flower, a large cluster of tiny white flowered forms a bouquet of on the top of the flowering stem.
Oldman’s Beard forms wall of white fluffy cloud either side of the light house road as I head back up. Ruby red and shiny Rose hips poke out of the fluffy Oldman’s Beard. Below the bridge I hear a Robin singing on the lower branches of a Sycamore. A Great Tit behind it digs around a branch of some Ivy in search of breakfast.
Out to sea the sun rises over the calm sea pathing the park in a golden warm glow melting away the frost. Flowering Gorse adds splashes of yellow to the landscape below in the gully, while Wood Pigeons rest at the tops of trees.