I realised, as I walked along the side of the stream that I don’t know anything about icicles. If I thought about them at all I saw icicles as long dagger shaped things that hang prettily above your head, made from melting water freezing. Hanging off the roof of an alpine chalet or something. It’s never cold enough here to have them for more than a day at most. Until now. And to my...
December, A Spring.
Imagine a spring. Not a gurgling gush of crystal clear water tumbling over mossy boulders, ferns nodding merrily. No, this is a Norfolk spring. Think mud, more mud, pin rush, alders and snipe. Think cows up to their knees in mud as they walk through it.Well- not at the moment as it’s frozen solid but that’s the funny thing; in the summer the air around it is always very cold,...