These are some photos I took of the sun on the new snow at St Margarets Bay on 7th February. Last year at this time I had only just returned from a trip to Cyprus
The sunrises this winter have been particularly rich. The pinkt-red ligth soon turns to a deep golden yellow.
Later I went out for a walk. A crisp North Easterly was blowing down the North Sea from Norway and Sweden.
The sunlight off the snow was inense and exhilerating, the dead heads of the downland plants reminding me of Elizabeth Blackadder's paintings.
The houses down in the bay and the Prussian Blue sea high up the beach for spring tides.
The wind had developed a bit of a swell that came crashing coldly onto the shingle.
The cliffs catching the sun against a sky that can't have been that blue, can it?