Seagull trail, swan lake
January splashes on into February leaving an ever-widening trail of mud across the Heath. In this case, literally, after the cross-country run at the weekend.
Yet despite some sodden jogs, it’s been remarkably sunny at time, albeit that mysterious, old gold pre-historic light that you can barely feel on your skin.
As I swam this morning some thin yellow light flooded low across the pond surface. Two swans that were gliding about suddenly opened their wings in that Swan Lake way, I assume to catch the rays on their feathers. Very elegant.