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.
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Frost breaths upon the stiffening stream
And 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"
My (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.
Nice picture!
The 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.
Dave - 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.
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