Beautiful beech

SATURDAY morning was clear, crisp and bright, but by the time I was out the early mists had dispersed.  In the valleys, and in the shade of the hedgerows, the ground was still crunchy underfoot with frost, and the fallen leaves coated with ice crystals.  In the sun however, where the trees were still good enough to retain their leaves, they were putting on a great show to anyone who cared to look:

The creamy, white boughs of the statuesque poplars were also spectacular in the sun.

and even the humble hazel looked amazing in the morning light...