Another sub-zero morning on Friday, in which the bedroom window was frozen shut and could only be opened with a mighty heave.
I was lucky enough to be teaching a poetry group in town, which meant I got to see Bristol's floating harbour in this winter's freeze. (I've seen it float on a raft of mist before, but never ice.)
A frosty John Cabot ...
... surveying this new found land, with the replica of Matthew in ice
Pero's bridge
St Augustine's Reach, looking north ...
... and south
College Green
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I wondered whether there might have been a bit of a thaw by the early afternoon, as I retraced my route to car park, but there was little sign of one.
Sunlight spotlights on a tree ...
... and stained glass in the cathedral
The leadworks chimney and Bristol wheel
Stranded ferries on Narrow Quay
Prince Street bridge from Mud Dock
Looking over to Redcliff Wharf
'What's colder than ice? Death, evidently. Pass, pigeon.'
A frozen sunset to end the day at Cribbs Causeway Asda
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