Wednesday, 13 January 2010
Saturday, 9 January 2010
Saturday. Still cold.
The wee birds were all chatting at the bar when they saw us at the edge of the ice. Next thing they were over hoping that we might have remembered to bring bread for the ducks. O well, next time, maybe
Friday, 8 January 2010
Winter sun
Sun splitting the trees in January. Perishingly cold, and very strange to be out in the freezer temperatures, but life is made of memories.
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