Popping out

That's the great thing about living in a village - you can pop out at any time of the day or night, without a thought for the bus pass or the forward planning required to park Sylvia (super huge silver vehicle). An extraordinary bonus, is that I can pop out and admire the beach whenever I feel like it. 

I recently popped out on a dark, freezing cold evening to attend a meeting in the village hall. It was early in the evening and all was quiet and very still and exceptionally cold. I couldn't resist taking some pictures on the way.  

 Popping down the hill with glimpses of the church lit by a full moon

 Nearly there

 Very quiet, still...

...and chillingly cold