I’m just back home from a very chilly hour and a half of fresh air at the park with the wee laddie and bairn. Oh to be a child again, excited by the snow and running around and generally having the best time. We always make a point to cross this wooden bridge with the rusty metal slats to get to the swings and slide when we could quite easily take a different path. If we had gone the other way we would have missed an opportunity to use the bridge as a percussion instrument. A quiet afternoon on a frozen lake, the sound of banging and stomping across the bridge resonnates with crystal clarity and evokes such joy and imagination in a little boy. I don’t think the babe was too impressed though!
I was surprised at the amount of activity on the ice this afternoon. Further along at the southern most bay of the lake, we could just make out five or six kite surfers through the slowly building snow flurries on the horizon. Much like the eagle in yesterday’s post, trust me they were there.
Here’s another winter activity that I have never understood the appeal of…ice fishing. The little dots on the horizon are small portable fishing ‘tents’. They’ve been pitched along the edge of the ice near the open water. I suppose these sportsmen must know something I don’t. I hope they caught something good for dinner!