First snowfall of the season

When I woke at 6am, it was cold in our bedroom even though the heating came on an hour earlier.

I suspected I’d see a hard frost when I looked out the back door, much as we’ve had for the past three days with temperatures down to -4C overnight. I was wrong.

I didn’t see frost. I saw our first dusting of snow for the season.

By the time I’d finished the chores and taken the camera to the top of our hill, the emerging sun had melted most of the snow but some could still be seen on the Hills of Foundland behind the croft.

Unlike previous years, the first snowfall is neither early nor late—it’s bang on time.