But out first with forecasts of deteriorating weather: greys, whites and the occasional glimpse of icy blue with the sun still "palely loitering",** doing its best to make things sparkle but without much success, which come to think of it is pretty much what happened to that poor knight.
** La Belle Dame Sans Merci
John Keats
Still, it was good walking, with the right kind of snow for a satisfying crunch underfoot, plenty of interesting scents to keep the dogs amused
and a chippy little wind making us work for our supper.
And so to the paperwork.........
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