estuary edge. It was foggy/misty/icy with the sun breaking through every now and them, but no view of the bridge or the Severn. The hedgerows and grass clumps were frosted in a way I've never seen before: down the length of every twig and leaf projected a continuous line of ice crystals up to 20mm long, facing a north-easterly direction. In the woodland, these crystals had built up across the face of the leaves like exquisite fur. On barbed wire fences, each set of barbs looked as though sheep had left wool clumps there; and there were what looked like pretty lengths of 12mm wide white ribbon draped and looped on the wire: these were where this frost had extended itself continuously along lengths of fine horse hair caught in the fencing! I was surprised because it was warm enough for the ground to be muddy, yet the vegetation kept its 'winter wonderland' frosting; only as a breeze blew did swathes of the rhomboidal crystals chink to the ground and form drifts a couple of inches deep.