Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace:
Autumn 1989
In the morning, our breath escaped in great clouds of steam. The mountains to the north were topped by white snow caps, glistening in the early sunshine. With no sounds from other travellers to disturb us we had slept late and it was after eight o’clock before Khudadad, went in search of transport.
I watched a donkey train being led into the compound. Two very young ones frisked around playfully, kicking their heels and nipping at the necks of the older donkeys. They bore this abuse stoically before suddenly nipping back, in a far from playful fashion.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Thanks, Sue. You’ve reminded me I need to get the next post done for tomorrow. I think I’m sun-dazed this evening 🙂
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Not surprised if it has been as hot up there as here 😉
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It’s scorching. I looked at last year’s diary and was moaning about the non-stop rain in May – hardly seen a drop this year.
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We’ve had little for the last mont either, but it is pleasant here rather than hot today 🙂
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