Snow


If you walked due north between these trees you would find no higher land before you reached the North Pole. I love telling people that. They never believe me, but it's true! I see it's been a while since I wrote anything here, but I have been busy writing, honestly. But today I drove to work over wonderfully deserted snow covered roads only to find that school was closed, so I had an extra day to meet the deadline. And time to do this.

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  1. pulpsfromthebothy9 January 2010 at 08:38

    I see the thumbnail for my latest post nicely matches the colours of the Jefferson Starship sleeve art on your blog, nice! .... and yes that is an outstanding factoid about the lay of the land between you and the North Pole.

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  2. Anonymous18 February 2010 at 08:45

    Where are those trees?

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  3. Paul May18 February 2010 at 09:29

    They're in South Norfolk quite near the small Suffolk town of Beccles. Altitude 30 metres.

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