During a cold snap in early 2024 I headed to Wicken Fen nature reserve in Cambridgeshire, a wildlife haven comprising a few hundred acres of unspoilt fenland.  It's a location I've shot from a few times before but I've never been wholly happy with the results.

I had the place to myself and so the evening was spent in the company of owls, the distant shriek of muntjacs and the occasional unidentified shuffle from the reedbeds.  It was a 50% moon, and its silvery glow sparkled on the droplets of frost that adorned the long wooden boardwalks and the fronds of the reeds that swayed gently in the breeze.  It was bitterly cold, but I was well wrapped up and I could simply enjoy the night.