Towards The Trossachs

Woke this morning to see this from the bedroom window.
 
Tempted to have a “duvet day”. But it’s Monday and that means aqua aerobics. Only the thought of the warm pool lured me out.  
 
Imagine my surprise to find the class leaping and jumping around, though it’s ten minutes before the start. 
 
Men in overalls are bustling around, and staff have worried looks on their faces. Yet the women in the pool are exercising energetically.
 
I put a toe in the water. It’s cold.
 
Then I notice the watchful eyes and big smiles of the women: am I going to retreat to the warmth of the changing room, or better still the sauna?
 
Well, it would have been wimpish not to get in the water but it was an effort. A big effort.