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Early this crisp and bright morning I walked around our sub-zero garden.
Except for this sheltered petunia,
all the plants were now frost damaged;
December haze hovered over the paths;
wood and metal harboured the white precipitation;
and the patio table bore memories of patterns found inside the winter morning bedroom windows of my pre-central heating childhood.
Jackie drove us to The Ship in Wiltshire’s Upavon, for a most enjoyable lunch with Frances.
The small grate, originally designed to take coal, now burned logs.
My choice of meal was fish pie, followed by apple and ginger trifle. Frances also opted for fish pie, while Jackie chose burger and chips. I drank Wadsworth’s 6X. That was our main meal of the day
Having passed Salisbury Cathedral on our return home, we turned off the High Road to look back at the splendid building. The frosted grass of the verges of the lane had seen no sun at all.
On home territory we diverted to Ferndene Farm Shop to buy a Christmas tree, then to Barton on Sea to catch the sunset.
The eye of The Needles lighthouse glowed white today.