More reflecting on puddles.

There's a lot of them about. I realise I spend a lot of time staring at the ground when I'm out walking Tills, a habit no doubt developed from a healthy aversion to poo on one's shoe. Nonetheless, I do have a bit of a thing for winter trees against a bleak sky (reflected this time in a muddy puddle). This is as dark and moody as the seasons get - it's all uphill to spring from here!