A clear sky when I set off with Tia this morning, with a hint of light on the horizon providing a vague greyness to the ground, although a head torch was still required for mud-avoidance purposes. Stars were fading in the west, but a single bright star shone in the East, most appropriate just a few days after Epiphany. In the grazing meadow by the river the mud was replace by areas of standing water, hidden by the long grass, but still well below the tops of my wellies. The light blue fluorescence in the west had extended upwards by the time we returned home, still a long way from full daylight, but light enough to see where I was going without my torch. I can’t wait for proper light mornings.
Well captured