Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Where could she be?
Obviously she was about somewhere, but now all the shutters are down, the pot plants gone from outside, and she is evidently away somewhere, perhaps in Russia! She is elusive and her story is a rather sad one, yet something about her - I've seen her just once, but her home gives a strong impression of her - radiates strength, order and no little beauty. I may write at more length about her at t'other place sometime.
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