We had a much colder walk this morning. It was raw, damp, murky and drizzling as we set out for a brisk stride around Straw's Bridge's lakes. All was quiet on the lakes. Even the Black Headed Gulls (
Chroicocephalus ridibundus) were keeping their beaks closed, even when we disturbed them from their slumbers around Swan Lake.
Too dank and dreary to tarry long, we headed for home and a hot coffee - helped long by a small tot of Brandy. Purely medicinal of course!!!
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