Out on our fog-bound walk, Monica came across a water-trough covered in thick ice. Within seconds she was stabbing away at it with her walking pole. a look of delight on her face.
I wish I'd got there first.
Friday, November 25, 2005
The Child In Us All
I've been unable to access my journal for the last few days so I've got a bit of a backlog (or is it a backblog?). Here's another entry for this week.
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