|Can you see the water drops?|
It all began to melt as the sun rose higher in the sky. The melting ice rained down on us as we trekked from one concession to the next crossing icy little wooden passerelles and up and down slippery stiles (new word I learned today!).
|Crossing an icy passerelle|
|My first stile!|
|A fence in the sky|
|One day you'll have a donkey Anne!|