|Fading to grey as the veil of mist and rain falls.|
Speaking of big words, I had a verbal exchange with Dr. J recently online about the state of the grey, rainy and clammy weather. He said that because it was rainy down here, and less than 6C, that meant it was snowing up in dem der mountains. My rejoinder was short and to the point: Low cloud, no visibility, ski into a tree. He snapped back that this wouldn't happen were one to cross-country ski, and not do silly downhill stuff. I replied (and this is where I managed to use a big word): Snow laden trees felled by their own weight. Loppett around that! He was silent for 24 hours then changed the subject.
|Nigella's Guinness Cake draws the lushes out...|
|Ignacio Huang as Jun reacts to his first meeting with blood sausage.|
|My trusty Absolute rests under the shade of a Douglas fir|
|The solution is to soak your noggin but not in eggnog.|
Right then, remember - avoid Reckless Bikes recklessly.