Devon at Christmas. A good day for a walk. Woodsmoke in Irsha Street. Pink cheeks and runny noses. A pint of Proper Job, our backs warmed by the fire. Crisp-fattened dog on the hearth. Later – the smash of rain on the window. Little Wheels gently snoring. Big blankets. Socks on in bed and Sailing By: Northwesterly gale force 8, increasing; severe gale, force 9 later. The fishermen of England are riding out the storm.
Ten-Inch Wheels 
idyllic.. if that’s how one spells it (i suspect not). ta as ever for another darned lovely year of stuff round here. i know i should thank you more often but oh you know… well done mister
x
Thanks very much Ally
As always, a unique perspective that hones in on the fundamentals. Thanks for the photos and prose, look forward to more during 2014.
Thanks Paul
Many thanks Paul