Frosty

Another frosty start to the day.  Malcolm and I set out for town, via the lakes and canal and through the golf course.  With the sun looking 'watery' and very low in the sky, there was not much comfort to be had from it's feeble heat.  But it wasn't putting the golfers off.

As we passed one of the lakes, a Heron was to be seen among the dead reeds, keeping it's beady eye on us as we walked by.

Everything looked grey this morning - not just the Heron - and a light mist swirling around the lakes made things appear even more chilly.