Temperature round about freezing, blue skies, ground still frozen and some very thin patches of light snow - just enough to add a touch of wintery picturesque to the hills. Slippery underfoot in places of course, but vastly more enjoyable than slogging through mud. Quiet too - not many people around.
As an aside, the icicles pictured above had formed under a road bridge which passes under the Monsal Trail. Mrs H and I both have vague childhood memories of kids who would break off icicles and taste them - rather like ice lollies without the flavour. We never indulged, but we both have the idea that some kids tried them.
Frost breaths upon the stiffening stream
ReplyDeleteAnd numbs it into ice-the plain
Soon wears its merry garb of white
And icicles that fret at noon
Will eke their icy tails at night
Beneath the chilly stars and moon
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shepherds-calendar-february-a-thaw/
"Vague childhood memories of kids who would break off icicles and taste them"
ReplyDeleteMy (increasingly) vague memory thinks I did just that!
In the days before we started curbing the acid rain, they tasted better than the shop-bought lollies, let me tell you.
ReplyDeleteNice picture!
ReplyDeleteThe lane outside was one solid sheet of ice the yesterday, too dangerous to even walk on...
Sackers - it's odd I suppose, the appeal of what in different circumstances we might see as nothing more than harsh weather.
ReplyDeleteDave - Mrs H says she thinks she can remember crunching them with her teeth.
Sam - and with no chemical dyes which turned your tongue all kinds of colours.
Scrobs - it wasn't that bad round here, although there were some dodgy parts.