Ah, but you know England! Bright sun, blue sky ... and by the time I was ready to go out for a real walk, later (as opposed to fetching my father's newspaper), it was really unpleasantly grey and bone-chilling. But the early morning, clear and frosty, was wonderful. This (for those of you who don't recognize it) is the view down the road where I grew up - from outside the house; so this is, in other words, the cul-de-sac in which I rode my bicycle; played cricket; raced down on a home-made co-cart; and generally prowled.
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