Merry CHristmas XMAS

icy icy. walk much of alley descending like some icy tunnel into some jolly cold underworld. shuffle along path to sports ground. doddery start is not unwelcome after couple of days’ rest/sulk. wobble across hard, rutted, snowy sports ground. wobble along hard, rutted, snowy verges. at vineyard severe case of computer-scrabble hip is revealed when try to stride out. shouldn’t spend so long trying every single combination of letters. hard going, not moving like a husky, but... love snow. follow usual avenues around vineyard. feels like wild tundra. a message... scraped, dirt letters, upside down... Merry CHristmas XMAS. wonder stupidly if it could have been made before it snowed. add another loop and next time round notice more, more snowy, messages... happ... 2009. ponder amazing feasibility of grabbing image off google earth and posting artistic impression of mysterious messages. leave. find mostly iceless route home but five geese overhead have best route of all. slow run.