Don't you love a high pressure over Iceland?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here comes the sun...

 

 

...burning off the morning mist

...and making a dung heap steam in the frosty field.

 (My cycle ride is somehow incomplete without a dungheap.)

The Nailbourne is high.

 

 

One of the two fords where the Nailbourne crosses Old Palace Road.

 

 

 

The Nailbourne at Littlebourne Mill.

 

 

The Nailbourne is high.   So is this pile of dung.

 

Sun on the pylon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The mornings are lighter now.

This is the sun reflecting silver on the electricity pylon.