Cryosphere.

Mr Data i think..

So So sorry for your loss....MY thoughts are with you...

Sob.. you just made me cry with laughter..with the dogs post.After such a bad year and having lost family to this awful cov19 ..its the first times my tears are part laughter... Thankyou Ali :) x

cheers walter !

agreed....changes are a on-going..northern areas may be game..or with a shout. good for a covering. The most northern point is non script..surprises are, what they are. btw...great freezing fog in stockport right now.

indeed...more bones too chew on as thats much way further north..

And the winner of the most excellent award of being most excellent...goes too..."Homer simpson!" These models are...at best ..say no more..

Kasim, your posts are honest and informative..please may it continue If i may ..let me tell you a story... Once a poor nomadic man walked the barren plains, his feet swollen, hands blistered and eyes stinging in the wind. Pulling his cart behind him the poor man lumbered onward until he came too a crossroad. At this crossroad he saw a well dressed man..a rich well dressed man; the well dressed man lifted his hat and looked at the poor mans cart.."what provisions do you carry that you are willing to trade?" The poor man wiped his eyes and answered "i have just butter and poor cheese". "Then i shall trade you a kilo of my fine sugar..for half a kilo of butter and half a kilo of cheese" said the well dressed rich man....The trade was done Next day..the poor man tired and weak pulled his cart into town....only to be confronted by the well dressed man and the sheriff."This man has cheated me" acclaimed the well dressed man..."He traded me less than the kilo we agreed..for my kilo of sugar..he was a 1/4 kilo short" The poor man stayed silent....closed his eyes and shrugged his shoulders with no answer...The rope was already in place as the sheriff adorned the noose around the poor mans neck.........The rope sang in the wind...with no words from a poor mans last breath... Upon examining the poor man cart the sheriff came upon a scale hang.....now with this man having no means to buy weighing blocks, the only possible chance for him to weigh measure for measure was againts the well dressed mans kilo of sugar........ Once again...the rope sang in the wind with no words of a poor mans last breath..Just the image of a smile... somtimes you just cannot win.. smile and carry on..

Pin the donkey on the tail...

That aint just any old cat....There be the Snow Leopard..eyes white

still lots to chase for the British Bulldog yet....

alas in the chinese cookie cluster..

as i said WoW seriously good steamer for sw wales...

Hop onward folks.. lets hope this dry air invection will not such out our percipition..

if your gunna bite the cigar...smoke it..