Happy New Year. Snow`s swirling round the caravan tonight, big, plump, mushy flakes. Walked for nearly two hours this afternoon, round the "dead-fox junction" circuit. Don`t often walk on the road these days but fields too deeply covered. Superb light. And clouds. Recently joined the Cloud Appreciation Society and am tripping over myself noticing them properly.Windmills eerily still as I got nearer. Wondered if they get locked down in the freezing weather but then they set off, quite slowly, all at different speeds. How does that happen? Is it the direction they`re facing? Romantic at a distance but rumour has it we`re to have three on the hill opposite, the kids` sledging hill, much nearer to home. Dog enjoyed herself, in and out of the banked up snow, chasing mice, investigating scents. Can`t imagine walking without a dog. Their enthusiasm infectious.
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