Up by the dam behind the Colzium in Kilsyth, again very icy. And walking along the path was also full of ice-choked puddles (which made very satisfying cracking sounds when you stood upon them). Then dad and I tried throwing some broken sheets of ice from the path onto the much larger frozen surface of the loch - shatter like glass then explode in a tremendously satisying explosion, fragments scattering and sliding across the ice with a great noise. Yes, I am easily amused, so what?
I liked this. I liked it a lot.
ReplyDelete"Forbsom": to mutter incoherently but disapprovingly into one's coat collar when passing someone who is obviously having much more fun than you are.