Anyone reading this in the UK will know that we have snow, so I shan't mention it again.
I may just have to talk about ice, though. The huge puddle on the road into our village vanished this weekend. Cars splashed every last drop into the hedge, where it has reformed and frozen solid around branches and thorns.
We have an ice-hedge, and almost no one has noticed.
In a car you don't have time to look. You don't walk this stretch because of the cars. But if you cycle - you see everything.
(And even if you fall off on the ice, you don't hurt for long!)
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