We had a few little snow flurries as we walked, including some perfectly formed little flakes, like this one in Big Miss' hair.
The hall itself is a hotel. It looks like a very pleasant place to stay.
...but still alive. Some occasional musings on life in and around Bury St Edmunds and some adventures while I look for something new to do, including a spell Down Under and a second life in Shropshire.
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