There was still time for one last trip out in the snow though, this time up to some local quarries to look at the icicles. We headed out just as the band of rain was coming in, and it was still just cold enough to be falling as snow.
A ice prison, formed across the entrance to one of the mines.
Snow sticking to the tiny ledges on the rock face
An ice tree in front of a wall of ice
And a last chance to roll in the snow, tomorrow it's back to splashing around in the mud.