Colours were lovely….

the sand on the beach was frozen, but it felt quite warm. Goldeneye were fishing and bathing on the loch. A Blue Hare ran down through the heather and he really was blue, half turned from his winter white. Later I found a very white one run over, but something was breakfasting on it , so it’s death was nor all sadness. Geese were calling from the far side of the loch.