February 3rd – There was still ice on the canals and the fringes of Chasewater, of course. In the gentle wind that formed the usual waves here, the edge of the ice was a battleground between frozen water and the gently dynamic open lake. The fight was continual, and made a lovely, gentle tinkling sound continually.
It Wass so gentle and slight you really had to strain to hear it, but it’s a gorgeous, magic sound.
Shame is was too quiet to record it…
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