bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Sunrise, sunset, snow
Rubbish weather. Grey and misty with snow. And freezing cold. Saw the sun yesterday for the first time in what seemed like ages. It rose pink above the church, drew a low arc across the southern sky during the short day, occasionally hiding behind passing clouds, then set beyond the south-western hills during the afternoon dogwalk. Hasn't reappeared today though. We're back to grey. And it's still freezing cold. Roll on spring and summer.
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.
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