Icebreaker

The last of the frosty mornings, and as I was up early I decided to go down to the river to catch the sunrise...which never came. When I first looked out the sky was clear, but by the time I'd dropped Ben off the clouds were gathering, and this faint pinkish glow was as good as it got. 

The backwater to the Nene had frozen, trapping this pair of swans. The cob swan was doing a stalwart job of ploughing through the ice, making a route for his pen who was following close behind. As they moved there was a magical ringing sound, which echoed through the frosty stillness.