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Ahhhh..... at last!

7 January 2018 and, at last, some sunshine and powder blue skies.  What a blessed relief.  I have just had a wonderful, gentle stroll with the dogs around the north east edge of the 9 hole golf course, which is adjacent to our cottage, and it was bliss.  No wind.  Gentle warmth on my back from the sun, and hazy views across the Firth of Forth to some snowy peaks on the other side in the Kingdom of Fife.  
Crispy crunchy underfoot from last night's freezing temperatures, which had formed spectacular ice patterns in a little stream.  
Altogether a lovely little interlude, and it did my soul good.

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  1. My kids saw their first snow last weekend after a trip to Bristol - they're 5 and 8!!

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    1. Hooray! Nothing quite like it! We have had virtually no snow in our corner of the world but I've seen it in the distance. Very tantalising! Hope your children get to make a snow man before they get too much older, and whizz down a hill on a sledge. That will be something they won't forget in a hurry. A xx

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  2. Lovely walks and ice looks amazing. Our trip was a complete success and so could to spend time with family. xx

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    1. Glad you had such a wonderful reunion and you are all now home safely. A xxx

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