Minus 30 C , no wind, a cup of boiling water is flung towards the stars and as the power of gravity stops that journey even before it starts the savage chill of the air crystallizes the water droplets into a thousand little balls of ice that try to return to the centre of the earth, only to be stopped by the frozen ground. And people say you can't have fun with a kettle and bad prose.

(The thrower in the picture is my wife and the savage chill of the night air was not as savage as it could have been. Next cold snap she will know to toss "up and out" as opposed to just up. Some of the water splashed on here and luckily it had chilled from scalding and boiling to just very hot. I had the good grace and good sense not to snicker)