Icicle Distraction

You wouldn’t think an icicle could possibly be so slender without breaking, I thought to myself, watching the melting icicles outside my window*. I shall have to take a photograph**

I thought I’d try and capture the water droplet as it pulsed down the icicle, but too late, the end fell off.

So now you know how slender an icicle can be, and how slender can’t be.

We don’t often get so many icicles here in the UK, but the place is festooned with them at the moment. But I’ve found an unusual one for tomorrow post ( but nothing like Nezza’s though, you’ll be pleased to hear.)

* How much work have I got done today? Very little.

** The camera was on the window ledge awaiting the return of the lesser spotted woodpecker to the bird feeder.

An Uphill Thing

‘There is something stuck in the lane again’ said Mr Uhdd, ‘I can hear them’

The familiar sound of spinning wheels and raised voices could be heard from the lane. Our immediate thought was that it would be someone in a 4×4 trying to prove their manhood or ‘having a laugh’ (which is fine by us so long as they don’t take out our drystone walls.) But we were wrong, it was the men from the county highways department, with the scarcest of commodities, salt and grit. But we were right about them being stuck (well just a little.)

Now from this position there was no  safe way back, only up, the photo doesn’t do justice to the steepness of this little stretch of lane, but many have been stuck here before. But with a bit of shovelling (Mr Uhdd went to assist) and  with ‘sprinkling’ * of salt-grit, they got to the top of the hill and replenished the grit bin.

Hooray and thank you, Derbyshire County Council Highways Dept.

* the guys were a bit concerned there might not be any salt-grit left in the truck by the time they got to the top of the hill!