Cherishing Winters Finest Moments

A pictorial journal of a frosty and fog filled morning.

Jan 27, 2025

Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour – John Boswell

Hello my friend.

A very warm welcome to my little corner of Substack today. Come on in, get warmed up and make yourself comfortable. Let me make you a warm drink.

A slightly later than normal newsletter from me this week due to a weekend away in our van. More on that next week.

Today I wanted to share with you a pictorial journal of a recent visit to my local park when we awoke to -5 degrees, a fog had filled the air and the ground and everything else touched by a white crystal hoar frost. I hoped to capture some of natures tiny moments, and here is what I caught. I was blown away by the detail of the frost in such close proximity. Spellbinding.

I prefer Winter and Autumn, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show - Andrew Wyeth

Bouskell Park

If you’ve been following me for a while you will have heard me talk about Bouskell Park before. The park is fairly local to us, just two miles away, where one can potter around for an hour or two. You can actually walk around the park in about half an hour … but the photographers journey is always going to take longer isn’t it 😊.

The park has a large grassy area towards the centre dotted with trees that is popular with dog walkers, but around the perimeter of the park the path weaves it’s way around a lovely woodland. We are often accompanied by a friendly robin and the ducks in the pond are always happy to see us. Their pond was partially frozen over but the ducks seemed to be okay, happily perfecting their ice skating routines.

Bouskell park was once a medieval village, dating back to the twelfth to fourteenth centuries and also home to an Ice House built in 1843 following Blaby Hall which was built in 1837. The Ice House supplied ice all year round to be used for the preparation of frozen and chilled desserts such as ice cream. The Ice House is still there and is now a Grade II listed building. The remains of the village were cleared to create parkland and gardens for Blaby Hall.

Some more pictures from the foggy and frosty park. I’m in awe at how serene the park feels. Nature stills itself when frost and fog fill the air. Just the sound of the occasional crunch of ones boots underfoot. So very peaceful.