Icicle

Is it a real icicle when it forms round a hanging blade of grass? This one, which was almost a foot long, is below a boggy bit of hillside at the head of Glen Kin, an area which at this time of year gets little sun. We had walked up the side of the glen straight into the declining sun and had been blinded and hot, but by the time we walked round the end and headed back down the middle path, the air was really cold and still.

It wasn't till I published this that I noticed how wonderful are the colours of the stones behind the ice - wow!

It was -1ºC when we got back to the car an hour or so later.