It was minus 2 overnight on Saturday, so on Saturday morning we got in the car and drove up and up and up for about 50 minutes to do a walk in the hills. It was crispy cold, with snow just above where we were and frost in the valleys. And it was wet and mossy with rivers and waterfalls - most unlike our usual walks.
Some of it was a bit of a scramble which I don't like AT ALL. I like to be able to look around and not have to watch my feet; I am very unco-ordinated and un-surefooted. Tentative-footed. But it was lovely deep in the bush and miles away from anything ... just what I needed after a very busy week.