Ice!

The cottage is defying the laws of physics, for the warm air that circles the ground floor and tentatively explores the middle one, resolutely refuses to ascend the last flight of stairs to the top deck. For the last few nights, I've resorted to putting my electric blanket on during the night!

When I came out of the house this morning, the fire pit - repeatedly flooded by the rain - had a layer of ice on its contents. Actually, I shouldn't complain about the rain in this respect; I love how the pit has rusted. One thing that does intrigued me, though, is the pattern on the ice. I wonder why it isn't simply flat.