West to Nailsea. Everything is white with frost, save the dark, starkly silhouetted winter trees against the pastel sky. Pockets of mist nestle in the hollows of the gentle undulating landscape. The full moon faces me, in the blue yonder, as the glowing o

West to Nailsea. Everything is white with frost, save the dark, starkly silhouetted winter trees against the pastel sky.Pockets of mist nestle in the hollows of the gentle undulating landscape. The full moon faces me, in the blue yonder, as the glowing orange of the rising sun sets fire to all from the rear. A formation of swans flies overhead. Pure magic.This was a captured moment of my early morning journey on February 3, 2007.Libby Midgley - Ashton Crescent, Nailsea