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It’s been a blustery night last night and the wind rattled my little bedroom window so much that I closed it in the middle of the night. I wonder how similar the West Coast wind storms are to Oxfordshire

Walking thru the gate into the fields this December afternoon into a soft and misty world. Above me, a pigeon takes flight. Then five, then fifty. The trill of their frantic wing beats cut thru the softness. Then, the copse