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From market sounds and wild expectations to a cold front as windows rattle and temperatures leap and plunge.
(Please take no notice of the podcast numbers – I will correct them!)
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Spring, domestic pottering and remembering a play about Frida Kahlo.
Buds and clouds and a wet graveyard in Ross-on-Wye.
The Google Earth bike and untangling a week of sun and clouds of various kinds.
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Dodging between rainstorms, finding a parcel and listening to a play about the last days of Katherine Mansfield.
Enjoying being on campus again after a decade away.
Taking it a bit more gently.
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Carrying a weighty parcel and hoping my clothes will dry.
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Swirling clouds and Siberian bird-catching.
Crossing fingers that the rain will wait until after a walk on Knocklofty.