Iced moon

The full, or nearly full moon is being reflected in melting ice. There was a big thaw today, so no skating on the canal. I did my usual stroll to Clachnaharry, and in the midst of depression  it was solace for the soul. I love the air, I love the views and I love the chance meetings with dog lovers. I had my usual pint at the Inn, but the healing stuff was all outdoors.

The extra is of the very end of the canal, beyond the last lock where an overspill of water was joining the sea.