Bit nippy out
Dec. 2nd, 2016 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnI had thought that the frost might be gone by the time I had finished wrapping the dogs up in layers of coats, but no, down in the valley, the frost was still lying on the old Gunnislake Clitters mine.
Brythen has more hair than Rosie, so this was the first outing this year for his coat. He walked a bit oddly to start with in it, but got used to it. I can't decide if he doesn't run about quite so much in his coat because he finds it a bit restrictive, or because he has to run about madly when he's not wearing it, to keep warm!
I turned around from photographing Brythen, to discover that I was being Strongly Disapproved Of by Rosie who had turned her back on me. She has a jumper on under that coat, but apparently it is still Too Cold To be Faffing With the Camera.
The children of Ungoliant had been out in the woods, putting up their festive decorations. I tried to take a photo of the whole wood all decked with tiny white spiders-webs, but you just can't see them in the photo, so here is a closeup.
I am faintly disturbed to discover just how much cobweb there is in that wood that I normally don't see. Literally every tree was festooned with them.
There was not so much frost down by the river, but up here on the valley side, the fog had rolled up from the riverside and turned all to white on the twigs as well as on the cobwebs.
Brythen has more hair than Rosie, so this was the first outing this year for his coat. He walked a bit oddly to start with in it, but got used to it. I can't decide if he doesn't run about quite so much in his coat because he finds it a bit restrictive, or because he has to run about madly when he's not wearing it, to keep warm!
I turned around from photographing Brythen, to discover that I was being Strongly Disapproved Of by Rosie who had turned her back on me. She has a jumper on under that coat, but apparently it is still Too Cold To be Faffing With the Camera.
The children of Ungoliant had been out in the woods, putting up their festive decorations. I tried to take a photo of the whole wood all decked with tiny white spiders-webs, but you just can't see them in the photo, so here is a closeup.
I am faintly disturbed to discover just how much cobweb there is in that wood that I normally don't see. Literally every tree was festooned with them.
There was not so much frost down by the river, but up here on the valley side, the fog had rolled up from the riverside and turned all to white on the twigs as well as on the cobwebs.
