How had time leapt forward? – I fleetingly wondered today, thinking I was looking upon a vista of May blossom. As I drove further into the scene, bright white wintry sunlight was penetrating a localised patch of icy fog, perhaps a mile or more wide. All that lay beneath it had been touched by hoar frost, and every fence post, hedge and tree, breathtakingly beautiful, looked like something in a film set for The Snow Queen. Nature’s glorious art never fails to astound.