It was, indeed, another really cold night - so much so that the grass stalks overhanging the heated birdbath had developed complex arrangements of crystals. Alas, I'd already packed my macro lens (indeed, I was out there turning the heating off), or this would have been more spectacular still as an image ...
Memo to next year's self ... we had the Christmas tree outside, because of Gramsci. It is much harder to dismantle it when the spikes from the stand that screw into the trunk are frozen, and when the water in which the tree was standing is one tight icy ball. And I couldn't find the tool kit with a wrench (at least, not until later), so had to exert leverage with a tea towel. We made it onto the road, eventually ....
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