Happy New Year! Out with the old and in with the new. This marks the end of my old blog (and, hopefully, the end of being heckled by an anonymous saddo - two years or more of his snidey comments was quite long enough) and the beginning of this one. Somewhat surprisingly I'm typing with a clear head, thanks to seeing in the New Year with nothing stronger than a cup of tea. Had a bottle of champagne on standby in the fridge but when midnight arrived I couldn't be arsed to open it. Decided to save it for when Georgie next visits.
Started off the New Year this morning by giving the dogs a good long walk out in the back tracks and fields. All very grey and sleety. And deathly quiet. Stopped at the hilltop to take in the view but there wasn't one, just a mass of grey. Despite the bleakness of it all, I thought how lucky I am to be able to walk in such an unspoilt environment where I can breathe fresh air and experience the joys of winter in splendid isolation.
Standing cold and wet with sleet stinging slitted eyes that squint blindly into swirling mists may not be everybody's idea of fun but I certainly enjoy it. And so do the dogs. Good to return home though to a welcoming hot stove and a nice cup of tea.
I had a dream......
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