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		<description><![CDATA[8 sparrows are feeding on the window ledge. Further back, 6 magpies swoop onto the bird table, but wary, then quickly take off again.]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[I go into the shop for some holiday postcards. It’s the array of Valentine cards that catches my eye. I felt the sophistication of youngsters nowadays would have moved on from the red hearts, ribbons and roses. Not so. There’s a young man who looks a bit like Steve McQueen at the counter, having a [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s evening. We have just pulled up near the vast empty Connemara beach, dark ominous clouds overhead. The phone rings and it’s Sian from France. The have spent the morning shovelling snow out of the driveway, to get the car on the road, and a beach in the west of Ireland is just where they’d [...]]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sun is shining. First time in weeks. Feeling of warmth. Walking down the land we stop. In the bay beyond the road, the tide is out and 12 seals are sunning themselves on the rocks, heads and tails raised, like small American Indian canoes.]]></description>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I go in to the kitchen Chester is lying relaxed in a beam of sunshine coming through the french doors. We’ve met before, so we’re cool. He gets up, stretches and comes over to greet me, then moves to the fridge freezer and looks up. I find the instructions: it’s okay to give him [...]]]></description>
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