‘All winter you hold yourself like a fist, a tension you’re hardly aware of until the first warm day when you lift your face to the sun…It was far too early to start dreaming of summer’
‘All winter you hold yourself like a fist, a tension you’re hardly aware of until the first warm day when you lift your face to the sun…It was far too early to start dreaming of summer’
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So many memories stirred with this book even though I'm not a farmer.
So many memories stirred with this book even though I'm not a farmer.
RIP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIg9...
RIP
www.youtube.com/watch?v=wIg9...
Not seen the brook this high in what feels like 8 months... And it probably is that!
Not seen the brook this high in what feels like 8 months... And it probably is that!
SAD lamp's on
SAD lamp's on
Now it can rest (and move onto the next one!).
#Folk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZP62...
Now it can rest (and move onto the next one!).
#Folk
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZP62...
I need snow here.
I need snow here.
There's still plaster patching to do tomorrow.
There's still plaster patching to do tomorrow.