I made my 32nd consecutive Christmas Eve ascent of Moel Famau earlier today, accompanied, once again, by Carolyn and her clan. More photos here. While I’m at it, compare and contrast… Tempus does indeed fugit. See also: 31 not out 30 not out 29 not out 28 not out 27 not out 26 not out…
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When I was at Boots the Chemist this morning, I couldn't help noticing that the woman behind the counter was wearing a black T-shirt with the word UNCLE emblazoned across her chest.
Leftover turkey recipe.