Icicles.

Dad and I decided to go through the Mt Blanc tunnel into Italy, to a small ski resort called Courmayeur. The snow was superb but the visibility was unfortunately rubbish again.
The great thing about skiing in Italy is that all the restaurant huts in the side of the mountain are A) cheap and B) fantastic home cooked food. The downside is that after a great lunch, you're nice and warm and really can't be bothered to go off skiing again, especially when you can't see anything.
Here are the icicles that have formed in the cars bumper while we were off skiing.