End of Year (2)

26Dec10

On another afternoon we walked across the fields at the front of the house. A freezing mist had hung close to the village all day. We chased the last rays of the day through the gate and across the fields. The dying sun apricot on the snow casting turquoise shadows. Gorse bushes were heavy with the overnight weight of snow creating a new landscape of rounded white boulders where none had been before. When we reached the open expanse of the meadow the sun was almost at the ground, doing its very best to shine through the mist. We traced around the edge of the field until the sun appeared like a fire with smoke engulfing it. I thought of all those amazing paintings by Turner and Monet that explore this light.

At the bridge the river had frozen, great hunks of ice breaking the flow.

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Later that day, with a full moon shining bright in the clear night sky, we went sledging.

We’ve been busy making all sorts of things. J made some delicious fruit bread, not traditional bara brith, something she’d seen on Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall’s programme I think.

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