Andy runs out across the ice. I am five years old and he is seven. Strathspeld is everywhere white; the sky is still and shining, hiding the sun in a dazzling, brilliant haze, its light somehow distanced by the intervening layer of high cloud overlooking a chill wilderness of snow. The mountain-tops…
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‘But I feel sure. Making some decisions today, no doubt about that! Not thinking about certain things today, no doubt about that!’
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