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The greenhouse looked a bit whiter than usual when I got up this
morning. |
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The patio looked decidedly chilly, too. |
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My car wing mirror said it all. |
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Unfortunately, one local motorist had already slid into the stream
in our village. Here he is being pulled out. |
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Up the little lane behind the Great House and its pony breakfast
time. |
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Er, sorry, no sugar cubes in my pockets. |
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Those sad eyes and hungry expression... |
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I walked up as far as the pylon but then decided to return due to the
increasingly heavy snow. |
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Looking ever more wintry in the field. |
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Someone has the right idea. |
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Just a car, tree and a house. |
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The Great House; always looks good. |
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Early the next morning, I could barely see our cars under a further
5 inches of snow. |
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The view through our dining room window towards Bridgend. |
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Just across from our house, the early morning light. |
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The ponies are still there in the cold; seen through the gate. |
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Just a suggestion of sunshine. It's 8am. Still no sugar cubes. |
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Seen from our back garden as a mist arises. |
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The Orchard, where I used to live. Seen from the Downs. |
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Even trees take on a magical look. |
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A blackbird wondering where all the worms have gone. |
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Jean and I take a walk into Cowbridge to do some shopping.
The car shivers on the drive. |
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Another gate, some more trees. |
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Trees and snow; a winning combination. |
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Now, where is that Ski shop in Cowbridge? |
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The High Street takes on a very wintry look. |
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A quick foray into the graveyard in search of
creativity... |
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The lone soldier in front of the Town Hall has an extra deep hat: of
snow. |
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and finally, my absolute favourite pic of the morning:
this couple are taking their tree home on a sledge and the lady is
carrying mistletoe: Happy Christmas to all my viewers.
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