Kim and I have been making the best of this strange Christmas we're having, with the unexpected cancellation of our trip to Toronto to see my family. But even though some parts of this holiday aren't what we had planned, other parts could have been predicted - like the eating too much chocolate part. So yesterday, after opening our gifts and paying a Christmas visit to the chickens in the orchard, we put on our walking boots and headed for the path by the river.
I think all our neighbours must still have been snuggled by the fire at home because we didn't run into anyone on our walk. So it felt quite otherwordly: quiet, misty, mossy and a tiny bit spooky because of the fresh bear-prints-in-the-snow Kim encountered on her last walk here.
No bears this time, thank goodness.