I cycled to Woodstock today to see how long it takes for getting to work tomorrow. Not bad, cold toes apart. On the way home I detoured along the canal for a ways, and how beautiful it was! The canal was frozen over, and the odd dislodged shard showed the ice to be over a cm thick. A wine bottle was held upright in the middle of the ice, suspended, its slow journey downstream interrupted. Further on the smooth ice sat on the water like a marbled finish, pale mint green swirled with frosted white.