The sun sets too early in the afternoon.
— NancyD_writes📚 (@nancyd_writes) November 17, 2020
Crunchy snow, slippy in places.
A creaking gate that always sticks.
Fumbling for keys and locks, mail frozen in the door.
Shed the coat, shed the day.
Start the kettle, spread butter and #jam on toast.
Home.
Yorkshire.#vss365 #expatlife
17 November 2020
A spot of homesickness for a Yorkshire winter...
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