A sunny, still morning and the girls and I walked round the two big fields. We enjoyed the quietness of the day. No wind, and sunshine just strong enough to permeate through the layers, when I stood still long enough to feel its comforting warmth.
There is a small lake in the corner of the field above. Today the ice across its surface was just thick enough to take the weight of a small stone I threw on to it. I wanted to hear that ringing echo I associate with the frozen duck pond in Hartley Wintney, when I was a child!
We walked on frozen mud, around the lake, and a gangling heron flew up and flapped its way across to the other end of the wood bordering the field.
The water in the burn which runs off the lake hadn't frozen. I stood for a few minutes to take some photos of the reflections of the grasses and trees in the blue water. I didn't see the big brown hare, who must have been sunning himself on the other side of the burn, until he got up and lopped off through the wood.
We disturbed the heron again, and then a couple of mallard. They always fly up from the same spot, every time we walk this way. Our last wildlife spot of the day was a deceit of lapwings, working a further field.