Monday morning

Another Monday morning,  I opened the curtain on the first proper cold morning of the winter - the roofs below gleamed white with the hoar frost.  As the day progressed the sun came out.  The ducks came for their snack at the canal with incredible enthusiam, launching themselves into flight accross the few yards of water between them and my stale bread (unused hot dog bread from the bonfire).   It was all gone in  few moments.  The canal by the old mill further down the valley was still , like a sheet of plate glass, mist rose from the riverside walls warning in the sun.  Why do I never have the camera when I need it?