The glacier retreats

The seemingly perpetual and everlasting winter has helped form a glacier in our back garden. Our back steps, once the scene of sunbathing and cold beers, have been covered by a monstrous ice covering. It looks like an ice dragon - and the temptation to scar Ottawacker Jr. for life by telling tales of its maleficence has been hard to resist.

Although, obviously, an ice dragon is a contradiction in terms - as I am sure he would be first to point out.

Have I mentioned how much I hate winter yet?