Pocket of Frost

A cracking morning and a crisp hillside was a live with bird song and dog paws on the frozen turf.

Usual crowd chatted and walked together.

Work was a mist of opportunities.

Solo lunch which was nice.

Cycled to coaching, took the young goalies tonight and then helped with the older girls.

At the end an owl swooped across the pitch and perched on the fence.

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