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Ah, short wintry days - what's not to like? It's 1 degree celsius outside, there's frost on the ground, roof, car, hound... in fact its everywhere and yet that great glittering orb of sunshine still sparkles down on us.
If I rotate my desk 90 degrees across the room every hour or so. Hibernation is the name of the game, I am pretending to be a very old lady - worn cashmere cardigan, tartan blanket draped over shoulders and yes, head-of-hoofed-beasts-slippers on my feet. Not that many old dears wear novelty slippers but heigh-ho. Also, I am enjoying a raspberry popsicle.
Yes, yes I am. Thats me, sticking two fingers up at Mother Nature for being so cold. Wait, can I say that? Hush, you!
This weekend, despite the icicles on the end of my nose, I ponied up to the London Ice Sculpting Festival in East London. The glass towers of Canary Wharf, our own mini Manhattan, provided a spectacular backdrop for the competition. Under the watchful eye of officials, rugged-beanie-wearing-demi-god-sculptor-with- chainsaws 'chiselled' away at the giant slabs of ice whilst a plethora of SLR enthusiasts shot indiscriminately from all angles. At times, ice flew furiously as the sculptors carved and the crowds stood entranced. It was a scene from a horror movie sans opera music and with beautiful results. I don't know who won in the end because it was freezing and I sought refuge in the nearest well-heated bookstore - but I did vote for Team France, whose talented chap bore an uncanny resemblance to one of the mafia dudes from Goodfellas. Yes, he did. Here's a few snaps from the day, please enjoy!
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Loving the ice sculptures!
Damsel in a Dirty Dress
Lovely pics I am glad you braved frost bitten toes to give us a peak into the nutcases who dig the cold enough to sculpt artwork!
Time for a warm adult beverage don't you think, my dear? *clink, clink*
And yes, indeed freezing here too but suspect not as chilly as where you are. Trays of hot toddies in order * clink clink* my dear. x