A friendly robin hoping for crumbs (yes, of course we obliged).
Snow lingering on the path. The gorse is still in flower, even in the middle of winter. There's a country saying, "When gorse is out of flower, kissing is out of fashion."
We weren't the only creatures using the path. Pheasant tracks in the snow.
Frozen pool in a reedbed.
Hoar frost on sage plant. (For really impressive pictures of hoar frost, see Gabriele's Winter Wonderland post)