Winter Tweed

None of the soft tones and reflections of yesterday's river blip. Today was dull a lot of the time. I went out late afternoon to get some exercise (much needed after the last several weeks general feebleness). Just up the road, it is possible to cut down, between hedgerows, with a ruined tower on the left and the site of a Roman camp on the right, and reach the Tweed. It is that time of year when everything seems locked in winter. Difficult to imagine it will ever change.

At least the river reflected some light from a brighter patch of sky. Otherwise all was dull browns and greens.