Winter Notes : Two

So wet by the end of December. We had days of torrential downpouring, I wondered if the water would ever stop falling. I found a little waterfall on the steps to Christchurch from Merton Grove. A London visit. I don't usually suffer from the dark. I love the little Christmas lights on trees, festive windows,… Continue reading Winter Notes : Two

Winter Notes : One

By the Thames. A world apart from the grumbling, smoky red-tail-light traffic up above on the ring road A young tree points skywards. A cloudy Monday morning but there is still colour to be found in gentle browns, greens and greys. East Hendred. Birch and puddles beneath a suddenly blue sky. The crisp air sun… Continue reading Winter Notes : One