Originally Posted by Vaul
Just got back from walking the dog (people on my MSN list know I'm always just in at this time, from walking the dog), but now its a nice stroll, not a trial by ice and water.
me too bud. The dawgs love the proper days, as I stay out with them longer. On Monday morning, 6:30 am, the sun had risen over the hills, the mist lay in the valleys of the Vale of Aylesbury, I climbed the hill outside my house and the fog lay in the bottoms of the dips like milk in puddles. The windmill nearby stretched up through the fog, and the orange bright of the dawn made me smile.
Course, the rest of the weeks been sh1te, bt that moment was ace
