|A bird has scuttled across the track here – possibly a pheasant|
Provided I am well wrapped up, I adore winter, and even though our part of Kinross-shire hasn’t been troubled by too much snow (yet…), even the faintest skiff of the white stuff is sufficient to transform our lovely rural surroundings into a winter wonderland characterised by sparkling hills, alpine trees and the distant silver loch.
|FatCat has evidently been on the prowl|
|Ever not known whether you were coming or going?!|
|One man and his dog appear to have been walking here|
|Someone was too busy pawing the ground to let me
photograph her hoof prints: “Where’s my breakfast?!”
|And, finally, I couldn’t resist stomping on this mini-snowdrift!|