FRIDAY 30th December: Crispy!
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Cato: Mum and Dad are going out later, 
so we had our walk first. 
This is First Sniff
And then I had to run to catch up, cos I was sniffifying and they all walked off and left me.
See how sunny the Ent Moot was? Mum says it is something complicated about the low sun at this time of year, and how all the rest of the year the tree trunks and my widdle spots are in the shade. Anyway, I tried to celebrate it with a good widdle circuit, but I don't think I had enough to drink at breakfast. 
There was lots of frost, and Tara whinged cos the mud had frozen. We weren't wearing out coats, cos it was so dry and stuff, but Mum said that next time we will take the coats anyway. I agree, cos I could feel the ground all cold and icy right below my tinkle! There is a risk of frostbite, you know!!!
Tara:
Look. This is important! I know that Cato is looking at you all 'like woteva!' and and thinks I am making a fuss about nothing. But I haven't seen any mountains in FOREVER, and I am a Mountain Goat Ninja, aren't I? Mum says I am. So Dad took us up the steps, so that we could do a bit of mountaineering, just to keep me going til we have our next holiday.
So we went all along here, Me and Dad, with Cato trailing along after.
And I thought about mountaineering on the wall, but Dad didn't wait.
So then we went along and along and along until we could see the sun again. Cato fell behind, cos he isn't good at mountaineering like I am.
This is me making the descent. While Cato dithered about. He is scared of heights, you know. Not like me.
Mum says you have to remember the Buddleias from when it woz hot. Can you remember? Well they were taller than Mum, and all big and flowery. But now they are little and stumpy. See? All put to bed for the cold weather.
Dad said that he would sit on the cold wet edge of the bench, and give us a drink. I thought about climbing up to see him, but it turns out the bench is really slippy, so I didn't.
Mum says this isn't snow. It LOOKS like snow. But it isn't. It is crunchy frosty crispy frost. Mum says the sun is so low now, that this bit of carpark doesn't get any sun, so the frosty stuff just gets frostier and frostier every morning. Like it is growing.
Oh, and that is our new car. The red one. Mum says he is called Spike.
See? This is how cold and frosty underpaw it is. Brrrr!
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