Tag: Broadwindsor

Hunting pink in my village

Never mind the rain, when the local hunt meet in the village all gather and life goes on.

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Morning walk

It’s that time of year when the trees are silhouettes that let the light through the branches, the mist hovers over the fields, the sunshine tries to break through. Time to wrap up and hear the ground crackle under the walking boots.

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