In which I walk among frosty woods and fields
We chose a cold and frosty morning for the expedition, the kind of day we prefer above all others for walking. Frost…puts a spur in the air, drives the wild things into the open…
Joan Begbie, Walking in the New Forest, published 1934
I agree with Joan that there is nothing quite like walking on a frosty morning. Mist rising from the water, our breath on the air, ice crystals shimmering in the grass and leaves, the sky limestone-clear…cold, but beautiful.
I’ve been recovering from laryngitis so, though I’m very much on the mend now, I haven’t been able to get out for a long walk with Joan, Bill and Mr Bundy. However, suitably bundled up in several layers, I did manage a couple of much shorter walks to enjoy the frosty, sunny days. Below, I’m sharing a few of my favourite photographs from these brief forays as a way to celebrate the end of another wonderful year of walking with Joan and her two dogs. I think they would have enjoyed the frosty, sparkling New Forest with me. We’ll all be back in 2023!






Thank you, for these magical, frosty scenes…I could feel the resistance in the crisp blades of grass , and see my breath in the air! That sunrise picture!!! And thank you for all your lovely blogs over the year, Spring Summer Autumn and Winter….they’ve been a joy. I hope you have a very Happy Christmas, and will be fine fettle for more walks to share with us in 2023!
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Ah, thank you, Carolyn! I hope you have a really lovely Christmas 🎄
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