After the grey, damp, cold weather of recent weeks, it was nice to wake up to a sharp hoar frost with sun breaking through the low mist. The old-timers used to pronounce the word "frost" as "frawst" in my youth, but somehow that old way of talking has slipped away, in this locality at least. I would like it very much if the weather forecasters occasionally said "Tha's a touch frawsty out there s'morning". Here, in ten photos, is what that frawst looked like yesterday.
Did you see the ballet-dancing trees in the third photo?
Incidentally that grey, damp, cold weather of the last few weeks could be described as "rawky", another word for my dream meteorologist!