It’s a grey day in February and I haven’t blogged for weeks.
Sorry.
Up on Bluebell Hill, high winds have wreaked havoc with the beech trees. The bridleway is unpassable, even for a high-jumping horse.
The forest floor is littered with the bones of old beeches, like a dinosaur graveyard.
It’s cold and drizzly today. On days like these, you can understand why people go away for months at a time to get some sunshine and to avoid being saddled with seasonal affective disorder, the acronym of which – SAD – couldn’t be more accurate.
Every now and then, though, the sun peeps through and, recently, we’ve had some cracking blue skies, which, despite the nonsense going on in the world at the moment, give one hope for the future.
Not much of a blue sky in this picture, but the combination of the frost in the fields and the outline of a majestic tree in the distance, naked against the winter sun, was an unexpected tonic.
Maddie Grigg 