The frost was so crisp and thick this morning that it didn't melt all day unless the sun was on it. This hydrangea, protected from any one who might want to get closer by a solid fleur-de-lys iron fence, was on Spencer Hill - on the way down to the shops to get one last bit of Christmas gift shopping for my father, and a large tub of M&S custard - his current major gastronomic enthusiasm.
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