Cold feet

9th January

Still suffering toe torture. Fortunately weather glorious again so kayaking was a very attractive alternative to a walk. Particularly after hearing on Zoom church that we have a Covid cluster in Parish, hence church closures til March. So many folk walking locally it felt better out on the river.
Clear still morning, reflections so crisp as to be disconcerting. Something weird about watching a bird flying below in a sky below you and the land reflection so like the solid original that you feel you may bump into its solid form.
Disturbed a red shank on the shore but saw him again on my return, legs highlighted in the sun. His not mine. Head colder than wet feet. The air temperature very low, particularly ok nice I paddled into shadow of the woodland bank opposite. Welcome to emerge again into the broad open space of the Pool. Drifted to appreciate the peace and beauty.