This morning I was up early to find a hard frost had descended upon us during the night and mist was loitering in the small valley that our stream runs through. Rufus and I decided to turn right at the bottom of the lane for our walk instead of left into the village. We walked up to the main road then left towards Vire before turning left again and heading down a small road and then a dirt track that brings us out right opposite our lane. This route takes us quite high and we could look down through the mist to the church spire in the village. The hedgerows of the Normandy Bocage were steep either side of us along the track and were studded with yellow primrose clumps and scatterings of violets. When we got home the mist was lifting and the donkeys in the field across the stream had lined up somewhat ceremoniously to welcome us back.