One of my best friends, an older guy, had been in the Merchant Marine on the convoy runs from Canada to Europe and Russia during World War two's long Battle of the Atlantic. The two things Danny hated most were submariners and ice. He said they would chip ice off the ships for as long as they could, huddle in warmth and go back out and do it again, endlessly.
I don't know what in recent days reminded me of that long gone friend's stories, but last night the winds were so violent the house sounded like we were out at sea, and recently, I've been chipping a lot of ice. Dan would have been cursing if he lived here. He'd also have been 110 years old, so that's another issue.
Everything out there is sheet ice. I used 40 kg of ice melting salt yesterday, and this morning the melting it caused had largely frozen over again. We need some sun.
When I look out back though, the field is shining. It's quite beautiful, with lots of low hills and contours made silvery white by the snow and ice. The view out the fishroom window is almost worth it. But it is time for Spring to start.
So what am I going to do today? Probably feel cold a lot, maybe draw horses with my 5 year old niece, and move some fish to breeding tanks I put heaters in last night.