I set off on a short walk late this afternoon - it turned into a long walk! Sometimes that happens, it is easy to get lost in the wonder of the changing lakescape but then one comes to the realization that one has to walk all the way home again if one doesn’t want to call one’s hubby for a rescue ride home.
The sounds of the lake are almost magical at this point in the season. The ice produces a sensory experience that for some I’m sure is likened to fingernails on a chalkboard. But not me, this is the time of year that I ‘hear’ movement.
No big blue blocks of ice along this part of the shore at the moment. I’m not sure if they are still there, as I haven’t ventured further north for a few weeks. But this is still a sight to behold. The day was a bit grey with the sun managing to peek through briefly…and I mean briefly. The lake still has a gorgeous green colour with the light, again I’m not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.
It was lovely to see a few neighbours out walking too…some I haven’t seen in so long other than under the cover of winter clothing…our covid hair has grown and we still look fab but have to take a second look sometimes and just make sure they are who we think they are…oh dear…it’s all GOOD!
Anyway, after a couple of days being absent from here, some photo’s of the lake today…
