We woke to a bitterly cold morning with freezing mist veiling our view of the village - the A9 is in the foreground with hardly a vehicle on it - which was good as we were able to walk along the gritted road on our way to the Co-Op, rather than along the icy pavements.
In this hard world a few things are daring to show life. This fungus, about 3" across, is one of the few to show its face along with....
....a small witches' butter growing, as usual, on dead gorse, not more than 2cm across and seeming unbothered by the hoar frost that is crusting the twigs around it.
There are some who have not survived. This chaffinch looked in perfect condition, lying by the side of the road, while....
....this rabbit looked as if it had met a recent and very violent end.
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