On Sunday, we gave the allotment a miss, and set off around a network of lanes just north of here. It was sufficiently frosty to harden up the inevitable mud, at least on the way out.
There was still plenty of colour - here, an oak clinging on to its Autumn foliage.
And here, sloes, glowing surprisingly bright blue in a hedge.
Cascades of red berries - can they be honeysuckle? The red here may be a warning of poisonous intent as these are remarkably intact.
The gnarled bark of an ancient tree
And an even more fascinating stump, full of craters and caverns.
The most amazing sights have no pictures. Not far out, on a roadside property, we saw a male peacock in full display mode, facing out a guinea fowl which looked singularly unimpressed.
A blur of bird rose in front of my husband. Just then we met a keen photographer equipped with tripod who commented that we had "put up a woodcock." Not that we would have known.
Half way round our planned circuit it came on to snow heavily. We were glad of all our hats, hoods and scarves which had seemed excessive as we set off.