Ice isn't usually something you associate with Easter. During the Easter break in 1978 I was on tour at the former RAF Laarbruch, when owing to ice on the runways the station commander decided to close the station for safety reasons. His orders were for everyone to remain where they were. Fine, except I was in the middle of a road. I stood and watched as my feet slipped apart.
I was between my block and the section where I worked, crawling on my hands and knees it took the best part of an hour to crawl the length of two football pitches to my block.
The picture above is one I took looking out of our kitchen window in Lac La Biche, during Novemeber, 2009.