Today: Leaves on frozen pavement, Ipswich Grove: The saddest sign, The cedars.
A treacherous day out delivering. Black ice turning roads and pavements into ice rinks. We stopped to help cheer a man who had fallen and bashed his head on Christchurch Road, whilst he waited for an ambulance. Eyes to the ground, looking for ice free routes.
My head is filled with cold and I feel rotten.