Trimley Reserve

Driving a 4x4, I drove as near to Trimley reserve as I dared before walking the rest of the way.  The reserve was covered in deep snow; the most I have seen in twenty years.  Wigeon hugged the shoreline along with a few Redshank and Turnstone and waterbirds had abandoned the reserve.  Everywhere was frozen and fallen snow still clung to the reeds and willows; with sub zero temperatures the reserve looked bleak and hostile, yet so beautiful.  A lone Marsh Harrier quartered the reed bed to no avail and a Fox searched the icy reservoir for dead or dying birds.