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i come from the land of the ice and snow…
Having spent most of yesterday with one finger poised over the Refresh button on the updates page of the East Coast trains website, I am again posting from my corner of the (thankfully none too populous) 10:32 to London Kings Cross having determinedly leapt up early to finish bleary-eyed packing and feed fishes, before setting off a just-in-case half hour…
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well, the weather outside is (still) frightful…
And a fine weekend was had by all, well me at least, having braved the not-actually-all-that-bad conditions in woollies and wellies to meet a good friend who was visiting York (which was unutterably damp, sludgy and freezing, and made the sharp, crisp chill and fresh, powdery snow upon my return to Scarborough feel like the tropics). Following my rare evening…
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fifteen feet of pure white snow…
As some readers will have noticed, the great outdoors has once again caught everybody on the hop by – gasp – SNOWING IN WINTER and I have this week been enjoying the spectacle from the cosy warmth of my apartment, give or take brief sojourns to the gym (and especially, the sauna, where I have happily absorbed enough heat each…