Icefyre I

I was recently walking on the high moorland to the east of the Mallerstang valley when I found a beautiful frozen tarn. Down in the lowlands there had been no hard frosts for many weeks but up here in the High Places the cold was intense and long lasting, reluctant to relinquish its hold. The water level of the tarn had dropped since the first frost, it’s ebbing away causing the thick layer of ice to bow and sag, cracking in to large continental plates that lay stranded on the deep, dry yellow grass.