A lonely one degree at 8:30am this morning. Overcast, with a large body of cloud sailing down the lake, a trail of woodsmoke clinging to its underbelly. Frost
Today we slipped and slid down the hill on patches of frost and mud. We were accompanied, as so often, by an honour guard of cats, today numbering four. At a certain point they organised themselves two either side the path like the monumental lions that guard English manor houses in Hollywood movies and saluted as we slithered onwards.
They added a bit of grace to our otherwise shambolic rush for the bus.
Monday, 21 January 2008
Feline escort
A lonely one degree at 8:30am this morning. Overcast, with a large body of cloud sailing down the lake, a trail of woodsmoke clinging to its underbelly. Frost
Today we slipped and slid down the hill on patches of frost and mud. We were accompanied, as so often, by an honour guard of cats, today numbering four. At a certain point they organised themselves two either side the path like the monumental lions that guard English manor houses in Hollywood movies and saluted as we slithered onwards.
They added a bit of grace to our otherwise shambolic rush for the bus.
Today we slipped and slid down the hill on patches of frost and mud. We were accompanied, as so often, by an honour guard of cats, today numbering four. At a certain point they organised themselves two either side the path like the monumental lions that guard English manor houses in Hollywood movies and saluted as we slithered onwards.
They added a bit of grace to our otherwise shambolic rush for the bus.
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