Again minus one, so another picnic today. This time we went for height - a 7 mile walk with 670 metres of height gain - and the most stunning views from the top. The hill we were on was snow- (or deep frost-) covered on the north side, but not the south. The sun was out and the sky blue. And all the hills about were similar: white on one side and dark green or golden brown on the other. And as we descended, the sun started to get lower bathing everything in a golden glow: truly magnificent.
The kids, of course, slid most of the way down...
Memories (and indeed families) are made of this.
Decorum in Druidic Life.
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I need to have a word with the Druidic Synod.
Now, the Druids have positions of responsibility in the Beaker Folk. They
are called to be sober, responsi...
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