Had tethered my mules and sat down with a sigh of satisfaction only to realise that I had planted my bare arm in a bush of stinging nettles. This is nerve wracking.
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Had tethered my mules and sat down with a sigh of satisfaction only to realise that I had planted my bare arm in a bush of stinging nettles. This is nerve wracking.
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Good morning (in New Zealand, anyway!),
I just wanted to let you know that I’m following your blog and that my grandfather was W! I found it particularly poignant to read on Christmas Day what he was doing then, 100 years ago. Thanks for the blog – it’s been a great find.
Kind regards,
Liz Caughey
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