Up at half six for a coffee before going hunting and gathering, and was treated to this stunning dawn, with the garden all crisp and even.

It was clear at dawn, but a mist soon rose, giving the whole landscape a winter wonderland effect, with tyre tracks through the frost, even on the Deal Road. At least traffic was light.


Turning onto The Strand, I stopped to take a shot of the pie and up and down the coast, as a weak sun tried to break through.

For the morning, I made a pot of lentil dahl, so the house was soon filled with the fine smells of Middle East spices.


It was day 3 of the FA Cup 3rd round weekend, with Norwich playing host to Brighton, and all was going well until they kicked off. Once Brighton scored, Norwich fell to pieces, and so lost 4-0, at least two coming from mistakes.
We finish of the last of the Christmas cheese for supper while we listened to Craig and I watched Citeh thrash Salford 8-0.
Outside, temperatures plunged again, and a thick hoar frost covered all surfaces.
Brrrr.
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