Glazed Frost

Abstract

ON Monday, February 5, I was in Bruges; about 8.15 p.m. I heard what I thought was hail beating upon the window panes. On leaving the house about fifteen minutes later I found that everything was covered with a film of ice at least a quarter of an inch thick. The phenomenon of “glazed frost” was very well marked, particularly upon the iron railings which run along the side of the canals, and upon the twigs of the trees. The stone cobbles with which the streets are paved were completely covered with smooth ice, and the roads were almost impassable; I saw five people fall down in as many minutes.