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20 December 2010

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Wonderful photos! I'd heard that the West Country has been bearing the brunt of the snow. I should think your lab will sleep well after a walk like that!

The snow is so beautiful, but I think I'm ready to be done with it, sadly. Nevermind, it's not my choice is it? Your title reminded me of a few months ago, when Bill and I were out in the mid-day heat in Greece. Out of the blue he said "You must be a dog." "Excuse me? What are you talking about?" "Well, I'm the Englishman." He's like that.

Beautiful pictures! There's nothing like a good snow to get us into the Holiday spirit.

How could they not? It looks so pretty. (Says she who hasn't been over the doorstep for days).

Oh my...feeling kind of guilty here in western Oregon, US. Sunny and beautiful but on the chilly side. We get snow once in awhile but it has been a long time since we had a foot all at once. Beautiful pictures, thank you.

Oh my word!

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