Head bandaged up like a casualty of war, Mol swings along cheerfully nevertheless.
A lone brambling, or perhaps chaffinch, calling indignantly, flies out of the chestnut tree on the corner.
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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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It's good to hear that Mol remains cheerful despite her bandage.
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