A keen wind blew straight at us as we set off up the hill but in the woods just skirled the top branches meaning hats and gloves could come off.
Chains of geese stretching out across the sky noisily announcing their departure("we`re out of here...enjoy your winter")
Is the solitary one which there always is bringing up the rear crying "wait for me" or "on you go lads you`re doing great"?
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