On Boxing Day it started to snow, gently at first (around 4pm) and then tumbling out of the sky. I was home alone: Tom and Dave were in Burton watching the football, Tom's girlfriend had gone out for a family meal and Joe was at work for his final shift (ever) at The Brookhouse. I wondered if I would stay that way but gradually they all crept back. It was nice to sit with the fire blazing safe in the knowledge that no one had to leave the farm for days.
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