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Tintern Abbey's looking especially beautiful in the fresh snow, this morning.

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A partially-ruined stone monastery juts out of a snowy plain in a wooded valley, under bright blue skies.

I'm not sure which of our children was last in this bath, but the configuration in which they've left their toys makes me feel as though I'm the subject of some kind of waterfowl-related shunning.

Perhaps they finally got wind or my heretical opinions on the God of Ducks (may he throw us bread) and they've collectively decided to disassociate from me?

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Four thematic rubber ducks sit along the edge of a fitted white bathtub, seemingly deliberate in their placement which sees them facing directly away from the bather and towards various shampoo bottles and a candle in a glass.

Not sure I'm a fan of these new ultra-minimalist Christmas trees.

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Display bed of Christmas trees outside a hardware store except each pot, labelled with its species and approximate height, is empty.

This telegraph pole in the centre of Eynsham carries the scars of hosting countless community announcements, notices, and flyers over the last 30 years.

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Close-up of a wooden telegraph pole littered with rusted staples and drawing pins of different sizes and ages, with an out-of-focus urban street disappearing into the distance.

Gorgeous autumn dawn this morning with a razor-sharp moon hanging above the shifting hues of the South-East.

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A silver sliver of a crescent moon in the indigo part of a colourful autumn sunrise framed between spindly tree branches above and roofs below.

It's going to be a cold one. (At last; it's been an unseasonably-warm November so far!)

The dog came out for a walk with the eldest kid and I, but we couldn't stop her sticking her head down rabbitholes!

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In a grassy field, a girl in a red dress and comfortable boots kneels with her head completely vanished down a rabbit hole.

(Oh, and the dog kept doing it, too.)

Looking forward to the school run starting again next week... so I get a bonus excuses for walks around our beautiful village!

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Paddock with horses under a sky of mixed clouds and an arching rainbow.

A moderately-large house spider dropped down and startled my dog as she napped in her basket, so now she's hiding under my desk and refusing to return to bed. 🙄😂

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In faux-soft-focus, a champagne-coloured French Bulldog looks up from beneath an office desk, framed between the shorts-wearing legs of a white man.

Finished work. Figured I'd chill in the hammock for a bit as it's so nice out.

The dog decided she wanted to lie in it too.

So now I am a pillow for a dog.

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Dan, a middle-aged white man with long hair and a goatee beard, lies on a striped hammock in a verdant garden. He's wearing a t-shirt which says "love" over a ribbon in pride colours, and on his chest lies a contented-looking champagne-coloured French Bulldog.

As the UK's heatwave continues, the dog and I were delighted that this morning was sufficiently overcast that we could manage a proper walk without completely melting.

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A French Bulldog on a forested path, panting happily.

Her breed copes badly with the heat and we've lately had to keep her indoors or in the shade more than she'd like, so a chance to run around among the trees was very welcome!

The unrepentant bleppy face of a dog who, without fail, steals the warm spot I've left behind on the sofa within like three seconds of me standing up.

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A champagne-coloured French bulldog sits askew on a blue blanket atop a grey sofa, her tongue sticking out and to the side, as she looks at the photographer.

My contribution to the long-standing British tradition of photographing dogs at polling stations. Don't forget to vote, folks!

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A French Bulldog stands alongside a polling station sign that's been attached to a bike rack.

Rarely seen nowadays, these UK road signs were eventually declared "too impolite" and "brusque" and have now almost entirely been replaced with the ones that Brits are familiar with today, which read "Terribly sorry for the inconvenience, I hope it's no bother, it's all our fault really, so sorry, really sorry, sorry, I'll put the kettle on shall I?"

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On a grassy roadside verge, next to a temporary wire fence, a yellow-and-black metal sign reads 'Sorry for any inconvenience'.