Well, that's not strictly true. There were some pockets of ice.
I didn't expect to see a gnat dance but I'm not really surprised, it was all so beautiful.
Looking up the Frome Valley. And Ted.
The ice-age torrent turned to traffic.
Then the moon rose, half full.
New (to me) - and rather ironic - graffiti on the remains of the heavy anti-aircraft gun battery where Purdown Percy once defended the city from Nazi bombs.
When I loaded my photos onto my laptop, I found some from yesterday morning, when I was setting off up the M4 with two Jennies in the car, so I had my frisson of ice after all. A beautiful end to the year.