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Sunday 26 December 2010

One season ends, another begins

Mild, grey, still. 

As the hunting season comes into its penultimate day, the tree-cutting season begins, and already the battlements of Carmine Superiore are ringing with the roar of chainsaws. Strikes me the men need a reason to fly the too-warm, too-close Christmas nest.

2 comments:

Vanessa said...

They've always got an excuse, those menfolk. Mine's in the pub...

Karin said...

I think you may be right, lol! Mine is up to his eyeballs in his mountains of stamps! - No cooking for me today, it's all left-overs!- More family coming during the week, yay!!

Sunday 26 December 2010

One season ends, another begins

Mild, grey, still. 

As the hunting season comes into its penultimate day, the tree-cutting season begins, and already the battlements of Carmine Superiore are ringing with the roar of chainsaws. Strikes me the men need a reason to fly the too-warm, too-close Christmas nest.

2 comments:

Vanessa said...

They've always got an excuse, those menfolk. Mine's in the pub...

Karin said...

I think you may be right, lol! Mine is up to his eyeballs in his mountains of stamps! - No cooking for me today, it's all left-overs!- More family coming during the week, yay!!