Sunday 26th February
A wicked wind is blowing, howling around the house, rattling shutters and twisting around the chimneys. I know it’s cold, because the bed clothes are pulled right up to my forehead. I’ve promised myself that I’ll get on with pruning the roses though so I force myself up and after pancakes for breakfast I head outside outside.
It’s be…
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