First of January

We follow the path to top of Ivinghoe Beacon, in the footsteps of thousands of ancestors and today, at least,  in the hoofprints of several shaggy higland cattle.

Seventh of January - breathe

All I have to do is to breathe in and then out so simple and yet impossible to do only this.

Sixth of January - dreaming

Discovering that January is meant to be dreamtime and not for resolving to be a better, fitter, cleverer person has freed me to spend time with myself.

Fifth of January - hedgerow

Last of the yellow crab apples, alight in the hedgerow like small lanterns.

Fourth of January - Hyacinths

The trio of Christmas Hyacinths in a race to see which will be the first to flower

Third of January

The community library's lit windows are like a lighthouse in the gathering winter dark.

Second January - Orchid

In the kitchen at the office a white orchid with yellow veins has been flowering away to itself over the Christmas break.