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| Mini-blizzard |
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| Sunrise |
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| Left the chooks in their shed |
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| Front paddock |
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| Baerli |
By mid-afternoon, it had started to melt.
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Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
About Me
- Susan Moore
- Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.
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beautiful! Wheres the Brandy keg under the slobbering chin of your dog BTW?!
ReplyDeleteIt was lovely wasnt it. We drove up and stopped near your house this morning, our little one thought it was fantastic until his fingers and cheeks went blue !!! Might have to buy him some gloves next year.
ReplyDeleteThat's funny Jo! We saw quite a few car loads of snow tourists at the end of our driveway, only recognised one lot of people we know, didn't know you came up too!
ReplyDeleteSteve, sadly we have the wrong type of dog for brandy carrying. Ours were used to pull milk carts up those Swiss mountains. Brandy does sound more fun... but I can't get a St Bernard, lovely as they are, I couldn't stand the slobber!