My Dad has always been an early riser and says that the best part of the day is first thing in the morning when no one is around and all is quiet. I grew up waking to the sound of his spade digging the earth in the vegetable garden. It is a childhood memory that I cherish and it always crosses my mind when I am up and out early in the morning. Not that that happens too often! :)
First thing this Sunday morning the sun was shining and the frost was twinkling, so I had a quick coffee and grabbed my camera for a short walk. I didn't go far, before I started clicking away ...
All too soon the sky clouded over, so I returned home for more coffee ... and maybe a biscuit or two! ;)
Best wishes, Pj x