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Met up with C. and her terrier for a walk by the harbour at Arne in the January sunshine. The water silver, still as glass. Cormorants and grebes performing vanishing tricks through a mirror.

I didn't get any good photos, but the light was gorgeous - you cannot take light for granted in January - and the harbour was very quiet, just the calling of the wading birds, or the splash of a rower passing by. Afterwards, coffee and cake at the café, sitting outside, the terrier curled in C.s lap, half-dozing in the sun, waking just enough to grumble halfheartedly at other dogs passing by.

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February sunshine, warm enough to tempt a walker to unzip his or her coat. Took the track to Middlebere Farm, a scattering of barns and cottages on a finger of high land between two inlets of Poole Harbour. The first lambs in the fields. Also, hairy beasties.

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