1. The flavour of the cinnamon that infused our hot chocolate milk wriggles its way to the top.
2. We have no need to go out, so it's no concern of ours if the wind roars around the walls and the rain soaks the world drop by drop.
3. It is late and silent, except for me tapping at the keyboard.
Mist, no charge and well met.
1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. I promised myself I wouldn't moan and grumble about it -- but I do. And as if by magic, a very kind friend produces the required blaz...