Woke up to a very excited older child who was keen to show me this
Frost on his bathroom window.
And I realised that, with the seemingly universal use of central heating nowadays, I couldn’t remember the last time Jack Frost had been busy on our (or anyone else’s) windows.
You forget how beautiful it can be.
But I do vividly remember the horror of stepping out of bed on a cold winters morning when the only heating was the coal fire downstairs.