Yesterday, there was nothing whiter (snow included) than these magnificent swans - which frequent the water-meadows just behind Winchester College.
Sometimes they get territorial about their particular stretch of river. They fly across the surface of the water chasing away intruders - their huge wings beating down - causing everyone to stop and watch them, transfixed.
I've loved swans ever since I was a at school - when a wonderful teacher read aloud the haunting tale of THE CHILDREN OF LIR
You won't find a sadder or more beautiful story anywhere. It stayed with me for years - and it still echoes in my ears whenever I see a stately swan sliding across the water. And it reminds me of just how important good teachers are.
Is there any powerful memory from school which lingers with you to this day?