Frances was still feeling under the weather, so we hung around the house in the morning.
By the afternoon, we were feeling a little stir-crazy, so despite some menacing weather, we headed over to Witch Hole Pond to do some walking. The carriage road we walked on meanders between ponds and beavers were much in evidence.
Frances wasn't sure why she was being asked to stand next to a swamp, but she smiled through her confusion. She's a trooper.
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