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On rare snowy weekends in our West Sussex village there is a hill that turns into an impromptu toboggan run.
Every child, it seems - my own two included - turns out with a sledge. They traipse up the slope and whistle down again until their faces are rosy and their appetites sharpened by the cold.
As they must all pass my front door to get home again, a tradition has evolved: I put a huge vat of stew in the Aga, warm a pan of milk for hot chocolate and invite them all in. Quarries Cottage, our home, becomes an improvised ski-lodge. The porch is crammed with wet boots and steaming jackets; there is a crackling fire in the wood-burner and a dozen adolescent boys and girls sprawl over the sofas in our large kitchen/living room.

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