Nothing moved…

stirred or sounded, not a breath of air. It was strange, because there were Whoopers on the river, geese in the fields, waders on the banks, yet, here there was nothing. Then, on top of the sand hill, an icy breeze appeared, blowing from the snow covered hills. There had been an overnight frost again and was still only 2° all morning. Back down the glen a Roe deer nosed around and three hares lay .