On Sunday, we drove up to the Mill of Kintail for a stroll that is a little different from walking the neighbourhood. For once, we did not take Nikki Dee with us to the mill; I am sure that we have for the past three or fours times anyway.
There wasn’t a whole lot of new stuff to see. Aside from a few other walkers , this red squirrel and a few chickadees were the only signs of life.
Mostly, we took pictures of the river and the ice and the interesting interaction between the two. The water flows fast enough that the river doesn’t freeze over completely. Occasionally, it disappears under the ice, but for the most part, it’s visible: just less of it than in the warmer months as the sides pretty well freeze over by the banks.
The cold weather has it’s charm, but lookee here, I’ve been charmed enough for one winter.