This week has seen the first frosts of this new year in South Wales:
infusing the scenery with a sparkling watercolour palette;
sprinkling icy crystals over the standing seedheads in the garden;
casting a glittering magic upon the wild primroses
and etching the hills and valleys of Kavalo nero leaves with silver.
The skies are wide and clear. The sun rises swiftly and sets, a glorious red ball of fire sinking below the horizon. The world outside is hushed and glistening with cold, while pockets of frost persist all day, unmoved by the touch of the sun.