Amy and I took our walk this morning down by the edge of the woods. There was a freezing fog clinging to the scrub. All of a sudden it put me in mind of what it must have been like in the trenches of the Great War - the half-finished excavations looking for all the world like shell-holes. Luckily, Amy tugged on the lead and brought me back to the twenty-first century.
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