Last weekend
walking up Moelwyn Bach the ice sculptures were fantastic, wind-shaped and modified
with successive thaw-freeze. From about
600 metres up the snow was covered with a thin layer of ice glistening in the
sun, crunching beneath our boots with chunks sliding down the mountain. The summit
cairn looked a bit like a half-sucked Fox’s Glacier Mint on one side with bare
rock the other.
Walking down
towards the coast we followed the wavy trail of a snowboarder as far as the
snow line when out popped a badger in a hurry to get down or away from us. It
reached the stone wall above the forest, trotted (and skidded) over the drifted
snow until it reached its spot, dug down and squeezed through the stock wire
and a badger sized gap in the base of the wall.
They look such bulky creatures I didn’t expect them to get through such
small openings. Here it is a bit wobbly at 18 x zoom with no tripod.
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