Day Two Hundred and Fifty Nine - Heated Roof

Dear all,

Yes, you heard right, things are are now so grave that we have resorted to 'heating the roof' to avoid the sinister demise of 'icicle through the head'.

There are icicles here like I have never seen before. And they weigh a blooming ton. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise that Icicles could double up as a light-saber/ lance or kitchen knife with virtually no problems at all.

There is a particular section behind the inn that Guests frequent (in front of the hot tub) so Chris and I waded through the snow to try and access the area from the back and amend the 'death-trap' situation that was occurring above the door way.

It was as simple *grrrrrr* as digging through the snow to find the relevant sockets, plugging in an extension cord et voila, the eves were heated; hopefully to the point that they thaw by morning and not provide us with another snow related 'headache'.

Here I am proving that an icicle can also be used as an offensive weapon [please don't repeat this at home kids]

And in other news:

1. Here is my dear sweet little Rimba covered in snow.

2. And the [not so sweet] Gandalf who is currently suffering from SERIOUS seasonal affected disorder and refuses to let anyone in the pen without trying to 'pin' them. Feeding time for the reindeer is now referred to as the twice daily 'run of death'.