March always feels like standing on a threshold. The mud is still clinging to your boots and the mornings still bite, yet the light has changed, the days are stretching out again and the ewes are heavy...
March always feels like standing on a threshold. The mud is still clinging to your boots and the mornings still bite, yet the light has changed, the days are stretching out again and the ewes are heavy...
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