The snow was truly shit to ski in, but every track was perfect, this kind of soft sticky snow was a perfect canvas for animal feet.As I got closer to the forest a burst of sound hit me and a huge fat cock-pheasant flew up from my feet, but was lost in the trees before I could fumble my camera out from my jacket. He had left this amazingly telling track, which completely illustrates the delight tracks bring me. His fat little seat on the left, where he was resting, then his leap forward onto one foot, a smash of his powerful wings, and a final brush-goodbye of his wing-tips. A tale of departure reliefed in snow. I found a spot to play in, and took out my new toys. I had been inspired by this post from light as possible, in which the dude makes a supremely beautiful and minimal heat reflector for his stove, so I had hacked at a piece of tinfoil for a minute and squished it around my stove, you can see it below in all its beauty. Along with a sneaky bottle of Jameson. They say it’s bad to drink alone, but what else can make instant coffee palatable I ask you?This was a really indulgent trip, I wanted to have one last ski tour in Sweden, the snow was going rapidly so I just fecked off and spent a lazy day reading about John Rae and having cups of tea. The new titanium gear was fun to use, but how different can one propane-valve be from another? The pot has some nice handles on it and a cute lid, the burner has extendable legs and is fairly quiet. I guess I can write a review of them when I get to know them better.I’m not one for learning lessons, so I tried again to make a snow cave with the Ice-box, and failed again, this time I took a hint from Korpijaakko and used my skis to make a better roof. It had mixed results. One neat snack I tried this time around, was dried biscuit. There are two types of dried biscuit that I have tried on camping trips, one is ‘double baked bread’ or zweibacke, and the other is the Italian biscotti, a double baked sweet biscuit. It was super easy to make and tasted amazing, and is perfect for hiking (relatively low weight, high calorie). Cannot recommend it enough, throw away your jaffa cakes and snickers, and enjoy some biscotti on your next expedition. The whole new titanium kitchen, including gas canister, cup and spork, wrapped up neatly in the primus sack, which is just about 1 litre in volume. Really a nice neat packet. Heading back in the morning revealed some lovely clear fox-tracks over my old ski tracks, he had followed them up to where I had stashed my rucksack, but hadn’t screamed in my ear like his forest-mate the lynx had done last time. And further out by the edge of the forest I found these beauties, but I have no clue in the world what the hell made them, answers on the back of the postcard to the usual address please.