That's Caramac walking across a corner of the big lake... These pics were taken first thing, and we've had a much bigger delivery of the white stuff since then..and it has turned a lot colder.
Painting on the agenda...plus a poem which has been boinging about in my head overnight. BG practising chords. Peacocks high-stepping it over the snow. Mrs P has lost all her tail feathers....how? Did she abandon them as a drag in the inclement weather or did something chase her and get a hold of them?
Did I hear right? Did Peter Mandelson really remark in an interview that he felt his lack of ambition had held him back? Does the Prince of Darkness have a wicked sense of humour to go with all his other wickednesses???!
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