Dumyat

Hump-Day. 

Struggling for a photo today. The promised snow was more miserable sleet, outside was colder than a penguin's testicle, and everything, when I did manage an escape at lunchtime, was greyer than this Heron I'd snapped flying in front of the Ochil Hills through a window earlier in the day.

If there's light at the end of all this, I'm not seeing it yet.