I went to see Lyra (as in Lyra-Lyra-Pants-on-Fyra) this morning.

She has wintered well with her friends and it has only done her good to be with girls her own age, as opposed to Les Grandes Dames, who she was very bored of.

Every time I see Lyra, she reminds me of her half brother, Indy, my dearest stallion.

She  has a certain charm and unique  beauty like her mother, (Vitamin who lives with Delia at the moment here) as well as her brother, Indy.

This darling girl lives only for Daisy (my eldest daughter)’s return.

The rest of us are mere servants in Lyra’s life.  She tolerates us.

(and don’t we know it!)

On the way home from seeing Lyra, I found a wonderful stack/selection/pile of  (is that the right collective word?) of icicles.

Today, temperatures have risen so they are busily melting off from the peat hags (an overhang of peat) into the burn (stream).

They noisily melt into the burn while remaining incredibly beautiful.

I always look out for these icicle stalactites to photograph – I have a thing for them.  They are an amazing piece of nature.