The fence is the boundary and flood plain of the River Tern. Its very sheltered here and the sun still hides below the horizon, if not reluctant to rise in the cold chill of the morning. Only the distant hint of its might faintly filters the sky.
Everything around me is frozen, all covered in a blanket of ice crystals. The ground crunches under foot as I trek down to the waters edge. Its a pretty bleak seen and not many will venture this far, nor get up and adventure out, to see the morning at its best.