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8 Weeks is Nothing
A Tour of Duty in the Capital
Monday, 21 December 2009
A Line of the White Stuff
Garnqueen Crescent, Monday morning. Five days of snow and more on the way.
Yard work, anyone?
Glenboig Loch.
Be glad you're not walking.
Unless it's to your last days of work through the first proper snow of the year.
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