Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 29 December 2008
Up the road, afternoon (Sunday).
The clods of the ploughed field are like concrete underfoot, and the frost still etches the shapes of bramble leaves in the hedges, and gnaws quietly at chin and nose.
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I went on my first English walk (post-Bahamas) this morning, and did indeed experience some gnawing frost - on chin, nose, and hands, too!
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