There is a steep road called Brassknocker Hill (don't ask me why) coming out of Bath and it is the only true switchback that I know of in the area. It made a great subject for a composite photo:
I descended the hill, crossed the A36, through Limpley Stoke and onto the valley in which the beautiful village of Freshford lies - it was gripped by frost.
It took an hour before the sun reached the valley floor and that nearly outstretched my patience... but not quite I am glad to say.
I was quite pleased to see a pair of little grebes on the river, plus an indignant heron and some startled mallards. Three pied wagtails were flitting around the icy meadow seeking insects and seeds. I walked to the corner of the filed, through an artistically styled gate and along the edge Avoncliffe Wood. A fallen tree give me a great view of a polypody fern.