Chilly Feet

The Brussel sprouts have been trapped in the ice after the floods yesterday, followed by the overnight freeze.  I’m told they like a chill before use; this is perhaps taking it a bit far.  Must rescue them quickly - better get my skates on!  The bonfire pile - planned for when we have a couple of dry days we can guarantee is the soggy and isolated mound island under the tarpaulin in the middle of the ice pond.   Extra is of the chicken’s private rink.