We trudged along in the perfect white stillness for a couple of hours, the only sound breaking the silence being the muffled crunch as our snowshoes hit the surface of the snow. I must admit, I was getting a little bored. Like a child on a trip with their parents, I asked that question.
“Are we nearly there, yet?”
I had no idea where there was – as usual, I had no idea where we were going.
Suddenly I noticed a change in the appearance of the ground ahead of us. It was a lot smoother than the snow we’d been walking on. I pointed at it.
“What’s wrong with that snow, Sestra? It looks different.”
“That’s because it’s not snow. It’s ice.”
I’d heard of ice. I’d even seen it – it formed inside my fridge at home occasionally. I say occasionally as I hardly used my fridge. Certainly not the f
