Frozen Mymbyr

It's not often I can't swim, but I couldn't even break the ice on the edge of Llynnau Mymbyr this evening as the sun was going down. It was bitter, the souls of my feet screaming at me just from the walk across the frozen turf. I tripped and fell I don't know how many times, more uncoordinated and clumsy that usual. The lake looked truly beautiful and really wasn't for swimming, there was something about just being there, that filled my heart with joy.