Neither Here Nor There

By Droog

They Say It's Spring . . .

This time last year it was jeans and T-shirts. This year we are digging cars out of snowdrifts, falling on our arses on the ice and huddling around the fires.

This is Wharfedale three days into the new season as seen from the lovely Icicle Room, high atop everything.

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