Winter's Grip

I was determined to get out this morning, so I put my boots on, wrapped my scarf around my neck and zipped up my coat. From the door, I can reach the steeply wooded Plym valley in about 40 minutes, walking at a brisk pace. I ended up walking much further through the valley than I had intended. On the way back beside the river there is a large weir. A fallen tree on one side provided the subject for today's blip. After taking photographs of the icicles on the wall of the the quarry and hanging from the old railway viaduct, I thought this was probably the more interesting shot.