Into the sun

It was clear, once the Gorse Fox was out of the car that there was (as forecast) a bitterly cold south-easterly wind scouring the Downs. He was glad of his new fleece and hat. (The erosion of hair covering from the Gorse Fox's cranium - whilst not as bad as some, has left a significant "solar panel" at the back of his head and through this he has a propensity to lose considerable amounts of heat).

The sky was a watery colour with a weak sun trying hard to penetrate the cold below. Whilst it never actually warmed up - the wind did blow away the early clouds. Walking in to the low sun filled each view with deep contrasts of the bright sun against the deep long shadows of winter.

Somehow this image seemed a perfect illustration of winter - the skeletal remains of an old tree - still lying where it fell and pointing accusingly at the wintery sky.