Who’s that knocking ? Strangers at the door, Part II Howling wind and rain, desperate knocking, and that heartsink moment…. In winter, strangers at the door means just one thing… On holiday or just a day’s hike, they’re lost. Catastrophically lost… The mistake, nearly always ? (apart from ever coming near soggy Westmorland ) They’ve missed theContinue reading “East of the Sun On holiday by mistake ? What happened next ? ( with brownies)”
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