Alongside the road, crisply marked out with bright white and broad rims of ice, spread large puddles in the shade of the trees, next to a stream in full spate. For a minute I wonder whether it's flood or just low-lying land, but as I drive past a marshy spot, with rushes thickly growing (in the summer, now they are sere and yellow), I conclude the trees show it's forest by nature and now in flood.