Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 30 November 2008
Down the road, late afternoon.
The roadsides are like small streams. Mol seems happy to paddle, but we stay out no longer than necessary, and come home to the smells of woodsmoke and chicken stock.
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What a dire day for walking! We deoorated the Christmas tree instead.
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