The crunch of frost, starlings at dusk, a solitary robin: winter is a time of true wonder

The official start of winter was heralded by days of sharp sunshine. Country Life's editor at large celebrates the season's natural beauty

Windscreens frozen, ground like iron, a vichyssoise of fog in the valleys - we've had the first intimations of a proper winter, and my friend's blood is coursing. "Isn't it the most exciting time of year?" he mumbled, from the depths of many layers of warm clothing. "I love the sharpness of the air, the crunch of frost underfoot."

I'm with him. A lucky chum who has a house in the Caribbean told me about the temperature variance on Nevis; it will be 30C at Christmas, just as it was 30C in July. A superficially seductive prospect, I admit, but who wouldn't rather have the drama of the changing year? Icicles hanging from the eaves, mulled wine simmering on the stove. As the 18th-century nature poet James Thomson put it, "Welcome kindred glooms!"