Once again, it was a foggy start to the day as Malcolm and I walked out this morning - and bitterly cold too. We set out for Straw's Bridge, picking our way along the muddy paths and shrugging our shoulders against the small ice crystals dropping on us from the overhanging trees.
Across 'Swan Lake' the sun was trying to shine through, but the ducks, swans, geese and coots were more interested in the arrival of someone with a bread bag.
The waterfowl didn't get much of a look-in though, as hundreds of Black-headed gulls beat them to it.
Two escaped domestic geese looked on with a rather superior air about them as the gulls squabbled and shrieked.
Time to head home again and warm up with a hot coffee.
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