Sun and ice...

a beautiful morning but very cold, still only -6 when I started walking and didn't rise about freezing all day. With such lovey light the spirits lift and the Gaelic name of this lochan translated means loch of the spirit.
There were groups of tits in the trees and I heard Crested but didn't see them. There was a pathetic group of Wigeon circling on the only ice free bit of water.