Frost, at last


At last the ground was frozen this morning. Crisp crunchy sounds with every step and a feast of tiny crystal flakes of different shapes and sizes popped up here, there and everywhere.

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Author: natamagat

Random thoughts from a French incomer in rural England. Interested in the love/hate relationship between the English and the French (unavoidable), community matters (they affect us whatever nationality), tourism (my original career with an MA in Tourism albeit a French one), photography (images speak a thousand words, although only the good ones), and words (mostly English words with a few French ones thrown in) Pardon my Franglais if you will.

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