Last chance to see . . .

Mike came across this old whisky jar when he was out on his post round, a few years ago. It was lying in the long grass on a very run down and semi-derelict farm. I think he gave the guys a couple of quid for it. Last year we emptied it of water before the bad weather came, but this year we forgot. This morning we had an uncharacteristically hard frost. It was minus 3 deg, and everything outside was frozen solid - including the water in the whisky bottle. Such a shame to see the cracks spiralling around the glass . . . . and when it thaws, it will fall into pieces.