So cold one could see one's breath...
Always the church...this magic and extremely huge tree ( that you can only see a slither of ) can tell many a tale. Locally it's known as the ' kissing tree '
Can you see winter shining through? The air was as crisp as could be and seeing the tundras in front of me made up for leaving a warm house.
I feel like buying some ice-skates to pirouette through the distant field.
The pond. Rather easy ( ! ) to catch fish in it, isn't it? Weekends are usually a crush. Standing room only.
A slice of rural life. Slow living at its best...
Biggi
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