A few moments later and it was all over. I walked back to the car, and decided to go round the lake from there. The sun hadn’t reached the Cowslips yet, and their droopy heads were sparkling with the frosty covering.
The local hunter was eyeing me up. He’s been around for a few years now, and I hadn’t seen him since the bad weather back in February, so I was secretly pleased he’d survived.
A Carrion Crow was doing Hercules impressions, snapping off branches from a nearby tree, no doubt for his nest building.
I left her to get on with it, and headed home.