Friday 24 December 2010

Christmas Eve

Up on the hills, as the sun was setting, it was empty. The snow had been crisped to ice and polished pink by the dying sun. All that could be heard was us trudging through the snow, and then our shriek at the speed with which we flew down the hill.










And finally, a phone call to say that the most exciting present of all might be on its way!

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