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The fiery orb, not often seen around these parts in winter and rendered somewhat overdramatic by the smeg that's accumulated on my phone lens, shines down on two woolly fools who are actually running towards me at quite an alarming rate. The sun, just rising above the trees at the bottom edge of the bottom field, illuminates their fluffy fleeces, making them glow around the edges. Shortly after I pressed the button I stood up smartly to avoid being bowled over by these two ambulant cushions (Brambles on the left, Skippy on the right).