Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether summer clothe the general earth With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Dogs Just Want To Have Fun!
B Baggins is great friends with my friend P's dog Bertie and on Saturday afternoon we took them up on Blackamoor just as the snow was starting.
It was very cold and there was ice on parts of the track. I spotted this little ice bridge between the two rocks in the stream, you might need to enlarge the photo to see it.
None of the photos are very good because the dogs were way ahead, it was snowing and I was snapping as we walked. B Baggins hasn't featured much lately though so I decided to post them anyway.
There were big chunky icicles along the river bank.
The ice cold water didn't seem to bother Bertie and B Baggins, P and I skipped across the stepping stones though.
Bracken fronds encased in ice.
Heading for home! Bertie is a lurcher and very fast indeed - you can just see him disappearing round the bend in the lane:)