Fish log

A sunny but cold windy day. My husband got up early to go out on his bike and brought back some croissants for breakfast. We then walked along the River Almond to Cramond, luckily most of the time we were sheltered from the wind as when we emerged at Cramond it was bitterly cold. I've walked this route several times but haven't noticed this fish carved into this fallen tree before.
Did the ironing listening to Alan Carr's Desert Island Discs then a bit more sorting in the bedroom.