She came out of the bedroom her camera hanging around her neck and announced she wanted to go walking and photograph the spectacular frost that had descended that morning.
I was already shivered inside and dreaded to think how cold it must be outside but her enthusiasm was infectious and as I loved being with her I readied myself for the assault the cold was going to make on me.
I grabbed my phone as I might as well take a few shots as well.
So rugged up we ventured out. Surrounding us was a silver wonderland. Every tree from top to bottom was covered in silver frost. As we walked along we saw icicles hanging from the fence railings and as we approached the river the surface was frozen over and some rather puzzled ducks were wandering over the frozen surface wondering where the river and their breakfast has disappeared to.
We had to cross the park to get to the spot where the river ran across a rocky rapid wondering if it too was frozen.
We laughed realising that with the frost so think our shoes didn’t get wet as they might normally do.
The river stream was in fact frozen and the water rigid over the rocks was a sight to behold.
Many photos were taken, selfies and ones of us standing in the middle of the frozen rapid, just to prove it was all true when we told our families of our morning jaunt.
As we walked back I wondered how the tiny platypus survived cold mornings such as this. I guessed they were smart enough to stay rugged up in their burrows in the riverbank in much the same way I was beginning to think I should have been rugged up at home as I began to feel my feet reacting to the cold.