Frosty orchid seedheads.
Frosty beach, white and sparkling right down to the sea.
There were great patterns on the sand, where the frost was lingering.
I found a swathe of (frosty) razor shells.
At the point, the waves were doing strange things, crossing over each other and doubling back.
Very few birds today, just a welcome little wren and these ones in the distance.
There were patterns in the ice of the frozen pool I walked over (carefully, with the ice creaking and groaning).
I went over to look at the alders, but the catkins are tight shut. However, the grasses on the moor were wonderful.