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Thursday, January 28, 2016
Basketful of Cones.
In winter, around Christmas time and onwards, the firs that grow by my gate shed loads of cones. When there's too many of them, I sigh and pick them. For the fire. They burn quickly and give the fire a full, slightly dizzying flavour.
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