Dog and I went out to play in the snow this afternoon. Encountered tractosaurus who swept by with a cheery wave apparently oblivious to the fact that son-of-tractosaurus had just gone down the hill ahead of him, gleefully heaping the snow to one side. Later, as he returned, he met another of his kind. Like primeval beasts on a windswept tundra they skirted round each other and then roared off in opposite directions. The road meanwhile was left in perfect ski-ing condition. I probably can`t ski anymore, not having tried for thirty odd years, but I`m regretting not buying that set of cross country skis which came up on ebay a while back.
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