Not really the further adventures of Spud the dog, but we thought you might be pining for him, so here he is surveying the state of play of any remaining snow.
A little left under the walls. But the temperature remains chilly.
Mr Uphilldowndale tipped me off that there were some very blog worthy icicles over the hill. In fact he insisted we go take a look this morning before breakfast.
Tucked away in a deep clough, that sees not much in the way of sunshine at any time of the year. The icicles have formed from water that oozed from between the rock and roots,
dripping on to vegetation they seem to defy gravity at times; the Circ Du Soleil of the icicle world
as the growing weight of ice shifts the centre of gravity.
And the icicles head off in a different direction.
Splashes of water on moss, freeze before they have chance to soak away.
I feel this one has a touch of the Dale Chihuly about it.