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Boldness be my friend.


Note: this is Nutgrove Beach in Sandy Bay, not Abu Dhabi...

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Roddy said…
Is this old file footage or recent history? I seem to recognize some of the locals by their dress.
Nutgrove city limits doesn't seem to do it like Nutbush. Ah, for the good old days.
Peter said…
-7°C here and lots of snow :/ this hurts ME (and the kids) ;)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I never said that it was brand new! It wasn’t that long ago anyway…

Peter, Christmas implies “beaches” to me! Most of our cards have snow on them though…
Roddy said…
That's ok. I thought that I was there. These days one never knows whether the pictures are today or something you took last week. The kids are changing at a phenomenal rate and I am unsure of the time frame between now and then.
Your mum at least can see them as they now are.
Peter said…
@Kris i can imagine...
want to switch? :)
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, BAH!

Peter, in Winter!
Peter said…
@Kris mine or yours?

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