At the time of writing this, it’s the 1st of June 2014. The double doors that lead from our living room outside are flung open, sun is pouring in. So what’s this post doing in darkest February? Well, I’ve just spent an hour delving through old photos and organising the endless pit that is my memory card and I came across this icy beauty. An eerie night 365 days ago (by the time you’re reading):
There’s something about these crisp winter’s nights that I miss in summer months – not that I’m complaining about a little warmth of course. I just don’t think there’s a season where everything feels quite as still and calm as it does in Februarys. Just me?