A bracing air

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It’s as though Whoever’s in charge of the weather knew that frost and a wide blue sky were called for today. New Year requires, somehow, that – at least for a while – we come out of our various forms of domestic hibernation / indulgence to breathe a bracing air. I greeted a couple of neighbours on the road and smiled at the young family who were revelling in the clean, cold, still spaciousness as much as I was – rosy cheeked little one carried aloft on Daddy’s shoulders. I greeted the day, the sun, the earth, the sky. New year, new day. Life’s way.

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can you spot the pheasants?
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