A touch of frost on the grass and the crunchy sound of the 16 hooves of the donkeys met me this morning, along with a sharp, brisk cold breeze. I did not dawdle, threw hay in to the stable, let out the hens and crunched back to the warm inviting house ready for breakfast. Looking out of the window now the sky is blue and a reasonably sunny day forecast.
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