1st January 2024

The world is decorated in sparkling frost, crunching under our feet. Leaves outlined in spikes of white. We wander through the village, gazing in shop windows at twinkling lights. The New Year’s quiet still rests on the streets, shops shut fast against winter cold. Down to the river we go. The morning mist still hovers in the valley, mingled with wood smoke from warm hearths. We stop and look and listen to the sounds around us. Then it’s homeward bound to do the Christmas jigsaw.