It was below 4 degrees this morning , the lake was shrouded in mist.
It was rather like an impressionists view of the morning.
The moisture in the air highlighted spiders night time work and clung in a thin layer to our fleeces.
The lake was very mystical and beautiful added to by ghostly swans.
The trees framed gorgeous pictures as we walked round.
Teasels stood tall as spider web posts as other growth collapses with the cold.
A really beautiful morning walk.