Bridgewater Canal, Higher Walton

As I was walking back from photographing the toast rack (another day) the two swans flew towards me and skidded on the ice. The younster came up to me muttering and hissing. I aked him what was the matter, and he bit me. It seems that I was responsible for the condition of the canal and he couldn't reach the weed under the ice.
He settled down when he had it off his chest!