Looking at Clouds

A frosty day, but the footing was less treacherous than the day before.  A walk down to the harbour and back; the funeral director I've chosen is down there.  They were shut.  Oh well, I'll have to phone, I thought.
Then back by the riverside, where there was a bit of pancake ice in the river - just small floes, and they looked pretty mushy as well.  But some are glommed together in this pic to become clouds.
Then a late afternoon trip up to pick up a friend, and we went back to her house for dinner.