Lost and found
Jan 27, 2021
2 minutes
Jonathan Self
THE air bites shrewdly,’ as the Bard would say, ‘it is very cold.’ So cold, in fact, that the roads are lethal with black ice, the puddles in the drive are frozen solid all day and the dogs pick their way across the frosty fields as if every step were torture. On the other hand, the sky is crystal
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