This year good ole Blighty was blessed with a hot summer that eased gracefully into autumn. Leaves transformed into a kaleidoscope of lush golds and vivid reds. The aroma of fireworks and frosty mornings carried on the crisp breeze. Sounds delightful doesn’t it?
The changing season ushers in an atmosphere of anticipation of what winter may bring us – fireworks, beautiful frosty mornings, Santa Claus and his red-nosed pal, snow men, snow days, snow angels and every other good memory we associate with frozen water crystals.
I expect readers of this post will be split into three categories:
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