Walking home along the towpath from Lisburn to Hilden and the muddy brown Lagan was white and bright. It was like walking through a different landscape. Near the Barbour factory I stood under an alder tree while a small flock of goldfinch (redpolls as well?) shook snow dust from the branch on top of my hat. It was magical, but just an illusion because those little birds are fighting for dear life in these temperatures.
Would you like to spend day and night out in it?
The same goes for the dunnocks pecking at the ice on the path while tufted duck and coot, moorhen and little grebe look for one spot on the river that has free flowing (yet freezing) water .
The willow trees are bowed over with the strain of ice and snow clinging and block parts of the tow path.