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.
Nativity of Thomas Hardy (1840)
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*A field gate near Mellstock. Two Yokels lean over the gate, equipped with
straws in mouths.*
First Yokel: 'tis that Thomas Hardy's birthday again.
Second...
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