Raw

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!!!