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The weather forecast was true to its word last night and we had a deep frost, followed by a lovely sunny morning.

Too good to stay, in so we took Harry on a 'Harry-type stroll to Harry's Pool' and continued on round, marvelling at the sights of the valley.

The rain has gone from the puddles leaving surface ice stranded in mid-air.

Walking towards the Kirkstile, the fence is low enough to get a clear views across the valley.

There's fresh snow on Whiteside, Grasmoor and Whiteless Pike.

There's a deep dusting too on Carling Knott, seen here above and beyond the Village Hall.

A cool, frosty view up the valley to the high fells.

The High Stile Ridge looks the highest . . . as Great Gable blends visually into the cloud hovering above it.

Warm, sheltered cattle and free-range chickens at Kirkhead Farm

To let the cows out onto the soft fields at this time of year would be too cold

and would damage the grass so much it may be ruined before it has chance to start its spring growth.

A temporary tarn from rain water fills a hollow in the field below.

Last night's temperatures have given it a frosty edge.

In the background of the previous photo, Sand Hill fills the gap between the mountains.

The snowy ridge climbs away to the left to become Hopegill Head.

Over the wall a small group of Swaledale sheep search for something to eat . . . from the frozen food department.

Ann's wider panorama taken directly on her TZ60 camera, not stitched later as I tend to do with mine.

Click here or on the photo above for a larger annotated panorama.

The lane is wet with water from the last few days . . . but fortunately not icy.

But there is a iceberg where some overnight hail or sleet has been washed down the lane, only to be caught behind a raised stone.

Looking back through the gate at Darling Fell and Low Fell (northern top).

Dylan leads the way down to Harry's Pool.

The hoar frost on the riverside grass is quite pronounced as the cold air is concentrated in the valley bottom.

The stepping stones look out of bounds today.

That doesn't bother Dylan as he runs straight across to the other side.

Two photographers in action.

Ann half silhouetted by the low angle of the midday sun.

" I can see Harry . . . where's Dylan ?"

" Who Me ? . . . I'm behind you "

Flass is translated as "white" I believe . . . and from the path along its top edge there's one point

where the Kirkstile, the Church, the Vicarage and Foulsyke House are all in alignment.

Note: the Vicarage hasn't got any windows facing the Church . . . so the Vicar can relax without thinking of work presumably ?

From behind the woods there's also a dramatic re-appearance of Grasmoor.

Third Gill Man Head . . . on the ridge above Whiteless Pike.

Anyone up there today would be in Winter Wonderland.

Ann stops on the corner before descending to Low Park.

Likewise the dogs are encouraged to do the same,

but that tree stump may be a bit slippery judging by Dylan's expression.