Following The Sun.

The mystical beauty of a winter's morning.

At the start of my walk the sun decided to throw off the nebulous blanket.

Lower Eisenberg was as foggy as could be but the higher I walked the brighter it got. At one stage the skies were blue, the frost melting on the tarmac and sun was brilliantly present.

One of nature's most spectacular display of the oscillating two step between fog and sun...

The upper crust of Eisenberg was bathed in sunlight while I walked back into the nebulous valley.

A few planks of a paddock, bare twigs and a sole leaf dangling precariously but happily defying the fate of its mates...and yet, a slice of winter at its best.

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