Building the unit was tough enough, but freezing it into the sphere was a long drawn out process. A lot of assing around. Even though we knew the performances would be in arctic Norway we missed the obvious (from my friend in London):
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But better was yet to come. As I've previously reported there have been some picturesque, not so say romantic, flurries in London recently, but no snow has actually settled on the great metropolis, unlike the heavy, not to say cockle warming, drifts snugly blanketing leafy Grinstead. In fact between flurries it's been nothing but rich n' fruity sunlight. A ideal day for a little light rambling and grocery shopping.
Soon after we'd left the palace [my wife] spotted a car parked opposite the police station which had obviously been driven in from some far flung suburb as evidenced by it's thick coating of snow. You're familiar with the hybrid vigour that can sometimes be noticed lurking beneath my wife's carefully cultivated egg head urbanity. Naturally, what with the thousand generations and all, I was already cautioning her that the ball she was attempting to fashion contained more ice than snow and therefore constituted something of a health and safety hazard even before it was half formed.
She'd just got it dangerously hard and was on the point of lobbing it at a group of hapless Scandinavian tourists when we looked at each other and, almost brighter than the rich n' fruity sunlight, the great big light bulb hovering over our heads slowly pulsed into the fully on position. Other idle strollers actually laughed when they saw use carrying a couple of generous handfuls from the bonnet back to the lab, but blinded by that brilliant moment we were immune to their ridicule. Within minutes we were looking at what can only be described as an ice ball. Sure it wasn't a perfect sphere but nothing that couldn't be sorted out by some skillful rasping once it 's frozen solid. Any shape you like I imagine. Didn't have a pulsing unit ready so stuck in one of the crude binary models left over from the early development period.
Light diffusion may actually be better than the tap water version. How the frozen hands into which the produce of our labour must now pass will thank us if they can be spared 48 hours of rather fiddly and frankly frustrating business connected with the production process that has been used up to now. Ought to be plenty of raw material available 200 miles north of the arctic circle in January I expect.
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No need to go through the process of forming the ball in a mold. Just grab a handful of snow...