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Three winters’ tales, of darkness and light

Part 3: And now, a time for dancing The small market town awakens to Christmas Eve. The longest night may have passed, but still the morning is late in arriving. Snow has fallen overnight, coating the footpaths with thin white … Continue reading

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Windows in the rain

Clickety-click clickety-click clickety-click. A six-carriage train, like a long yellow caterpillar, glides through the distant gorse, appears briefly, then disappears into the trees. We’re sitting on top of a big dune here, hence the stands of golden gorse and pine … Continue reading

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My house for a Hockney? Well, I’d miss the spitting cones …

Ahhhh. Spring. I love it. Well, when it’s sunny I do. Yes, even if it’s ch-ch-ch-ch-chilly. Today the trees have that Impressionist look about them – les nuages comme des little puffs of Pope-announcing white smoke. Le ciel, bleu comme … Continue reading

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