There is little better treat to be found in late November than waking up early to see the world glazed in a crusty white frost. On Saturday we were lucky to capture the garden and allotment looking nothing less than magical. I was that weird neighbour trussed up in a big coat, creeping around with my camera, snapping away and periodically huffing on my frozen fingers before resuming my strange lunges and squats to get a few nice shots. Who says photography can't keep you fit?
Have I inspired you to get up and out early to enjoy a frosty morning?
Take care,
Sophie
