Snow bridge!

Not really, it’s the old packhorse bridge in the fresh snow that fell overnight and mizzled  on all day, making everywhere a dull white. There were originally three arches but one was destroyed in the Muckle Spate of 1829, which swept away most of the bridges along the Spey too.
However, the Woodpecker was drilling away this morning, so he definitely believes Spring is on the way. The Great Tits are singing too.