Every January Grindelwald hosts the Snow Festival. Lots of stuff happens through the week, but the highlight is the snow sculpture competition. Teams from all over the world are given a few cubic metres of snow, and told to get on with it. Here’s the British entry.

It was quite mild today, and while I was snapping the British sculpture, the very elaborate French entry next door collapsed before my eyes. I hope the judges had already seen it. Swiss sculpture.

Swedish.

And the kids from the local school get to do one. Here’s their Ying & Yang.

The sun came out later, so by now they may all have been reduced to a pile of slush.
