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1st Sunday after Christmas
Brilliant sunshine with a layer of crisp snow. Ally and I went on a long walk over Bradford Golf Course and across the 'moor' behind Hawksworth Hall. On the hills above Dibbs farm it looked like a scene of a Swiss kind. Who needs Klosters when one has Guiseley?
Back at Pine Tops Dad and Dave 'worked' on the car. Grotesque nostalgia on the telly. Ivor Novello's 'The Dancing Years'.
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