Brass Monkey weather at Dalveen

We're just back from a couple of weeks at Dalveen.  Very cold mornings up there last week.  Tilly likes to get up around 6 am, and try as I might, I just can't seem to get her to sleep in.  I usually take her outside to go to the toilet then lock her back in the bedroom while I get a fire started in the lounge, the kettle boiling and prepare her food.  By the time I've done those few tasks, it's about 6.30 and time for a pre breakfast walk for the pup.  The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon at this hour, so it's especially cold.  Thankfully we're just walking the 20 acres of our property, so no-one can see me with woollen cap pulled low, scarf draped around my neck and bound tightly across my nose and mouth, wool lined boots and two jackets.  Combine this all with a pair of gloves and I can barely move.  Even with much protection, I'm still aware that it's cold.  I know it gets a lot colder around the world, but Minus 5 degrees centigrade one day and Minus 4 degrees the next tested out my shiver threshold. 

There was a wonderful frost all across the property so on the second day I took my camera with me to catch a few photographs.  I'm especially happy with the photograph of the ice coating on the old gate.