Crocodile Rock

A 5-mile tramp through slush and ice failed to bring much pleasure, especially after sinking knee-deep into manky sludge full of disgusting agricultural run-off.
Managed to grab some decent shots of various wildfowl on the semi-thawed loch but the moodiness of Bishop Hill matched my mood in mono.
Only after selecting the image for Blip did I realise that it looks very like a crocodile head with the cracked reflection...