Snow continues to float down in a Christmassy way, oblivious to the chaos and disruption it`s causing across the country: thousands of disgruntled people trying to `get away` and insistent that "more should be done."
All that stress and irritation seemed a world away as dog and I strolled (the only type of perambulation possible in wellies and a Michelin-man snow suit on a slippy road, wobbled might be even more accurate)) to the top of the hill: a vista of white, ice-blues and pale greys, the bleating of sheep ringing across an otherwise still and silent landscape.
Later I watched the snow flakes drift innocently across a nearly full moon: wouldn`t have surprised me to see a sleigh and reindeer flying over.
Luckily I don`t need to `get away`.
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