This fantastic shot of frost in Leicestershire by Owen at Gone Walkabout.
The frost has come. Cambridge glitters liquidly under its crackling, melting dressing of crystals, like an artificially delicious-looking roast chicken sprayed with glycerin. The relative humidity is 99%. We're walking through water. The soft, mossy, worn and greying edges of the beauty of the town are sharpened into shearing lines and planes, and everything is too beautiful. Every mote of dust, cobweb and puddle of crumbling stone is festooned with facets turning their over-pretty new angles this way and that in the watery winter sunlight. It is English history in a Tiffany's display cabinet with a halogen lamp set over it. My eyes hurt.