Waiting for Godot ...

... or the Beast from the East as we are calling him, apparently.  No snow for us - yet - but very cold.

For the some time we have been aware of a burst pipe (or maybe a crop sprinkler) in a field in the village of San Pietro in Campo, next door to Barga. It has been spraying water over an indiscriminate patch of grass.  Today, to our surprise, the cold had converted this into an art-form of mushroom-like protuberences - really quite spectacular!

A gorgeous day - if you are well insulated ...

The mysterious patch - with sprayer still merrily doing its thing in centre

Barbara has a closer look

The alien blobs close up - each blade of glass enclosed in an icy prison