Frost on the Gravel

This morning Mum went down the track to photograph the frost, while me and Dad stayed inside. After a short while she sent Dad a text saying that the pond next to the reservoir was frozen over. We went down, and found that more than half of it was frozen, and hard enough to throw bits of gravel from the path across it. Dad smashed a bit of the edge, and the ice was nearly an inch thick! Me and Dad also tried standing on the very edge of the pond (one at a time), and it could take our full weight.

I haven't got membership anymore, so I put the extras on flickr, starting here.