I thought Mol might be indisposed for a walk, but she launches into it brightly.
The heaps and mounds of candy-floss cumulus clouds are back, the sky is itself again.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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I often think that I am too "indisposed" for walking . . . and then the fresh air invigorates me!
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