Two nights after posting photgraphs of my house fringed with beautiful icicles, and basking in the kind and appreciative comments, the thaw began to set in and guess what?
There was a huge roaring sound as a ton of snow slipped off the roof, taking half the guttering with it.
Fortunately no-one was underneath it at the time, but John has spent the morning clearing massive ice chunks from the rest of the roan pipe. Ho-hum...
