Belorado





This was a beautiful afternoon. A pair of birds nesting on the church roof, sunshine in the square, a cold beer (0.0% for me because of medicine) There was a bandstand hidden in the trees. The trees look for all the world like Whomping Willows" from Harry Potter films. The church dedicated to St Peter. Such moments as these help us on our way. Little was I to realise quite how important that might soon become...

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