Snowed in six-inches deep, with our only close neighbours away, we’ve thoroughly enjoyed a holiday in blissful isolation. After feeding and carting water to the animals, we spent the morning tobogganing, slogging up the steep hills, unable to resist shooting back down. Whilst relishing the muffled quiet, we ruined it with raucous high spirits. Then later in the day another family and dogs’ noise echoed across the valley. Other life was out there, after all. Did they know about the prickly gorse patches that dot that hillside under the snow?
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