The morning of extreme ice…

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Ok, I know some of you live in really cold places where you are probably no stranger to ice but I live in a valley in the north of England. Ok so it’s a valley so big you can’t see the sides but we usually get rain (we’ve had a lot of that lately) and the cold sort of creeps in until one day it’s frosty every morning and you suddenly notice everyone is wearing a scarf.

This morning the car was a block of ice. Bugger I thought, I was on route to being late for work as it was and the car was frozen inside and out. But when I got a little closer, I realised it wasn’t just any old ice, but that Jack frost had been.

Ever since we discovered the skin-drying joys of central heating our house windows hasn’t been visited by Jack Frost but I remember when I was little being mesmerised by the ferny patterns.

The windscreen was pretty cool…

… but the best patterns were on the sunroof – it was like looking through the ice on a frozen pond.

And one final photo of our local flooding. It was taken from the car, driving over a bridge on the way to work (after 20 minutes of car-thawing) Some of that water is the river Ouse, but most of it isn’t.

Ho hum, tis modern life in the North of England and I was half an hour late for work.

Beccy