As much as I do not like being cold, there are some wondrous sights to be seen in the great outdoors this time of year – if I can prise myself away from Hobo’s warm and comfy cocoon that is.
Or, better still, if the John is out and about with his camera and feeding me the pics as I toast my toes in front of this beauty…
Probably the biggest log we’ve had in the Squirrel to date.
Outside, muddy puddles become works of art…
Pretty patterns everywhere…
Fascinating.
And this…?
Can you see what it is yet…?
Of course – a very frozen car.
Up close, it looks almost alive, like a surreal frozen forest…
And the river…
Icing over too.
Be careful where you park your bike though…
If you need to make a quick getaway.
Speaking of which…
John’s airstrip looking a little frost-bound.
And the adjacent field somewhat waterlogged but John has the solution…
Digging drainage channels, although it looks more like a waterfall to me.
So that’s the real world: a wintry mix of ice, water, mud and slime as dished out to us so far this season.
But BB’s head is often elsewhere.
Somewhere warmer…
Somewhere brighter…
Somewhere stunning…
Somewhere the days are longer…
Somewhere exciting…
Somewhere far away but never very far from my heart..
South Africa. Maybe next year.
