I wish I could say I'd grown these myself but no, they came tastefully wrapped in brown paper and twine. They smell heavenly.
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I wish I could say I'd grown these myself but no, they came tastefully wrapped in brown paper and twine. They smell heavenly.
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‘Implacable November weather.’
I’m reading Bleak House for the millionth time and that quote from the wonderful opening paragraph just about sums up today. Early frost, followed…
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December Books
The Wisdom of Father Brown, G K Chesterton The Frame-Up, Meghan Scott Molin The Morning Gift, Eva Ibbotson Campion at Christmas 4 Holiday…
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Skating in books
The weather is foul: day after day of rain, wind and darkness that mean lights on all day. My thoughts turn to bright, frosty days and skating.…
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