Last night even before the sun dipped below the horizon frost was spreading from the ground to my Trailstar. Buried in a bivvy wrapped winter sleeping bag I slept in two base layers and a hooded down jacket. The icy cold touch of winter still found its way through all those layers. By morning the foot of my bivvy bag was coated in frost. Reuben beside me was invisible under his blanket. The advance of spring was on hold whilst winter crept back uninvited.
The ice creeps back