Sixth January Bird

A small black bird running across the road surrounded by cars. I take my foot off the accelerator as the moorhen dashes for the safety of the kerb. 

Fifth January

I have kept one green shiny Christmas decoration which looks like a goblin.

Fourth January - postcard

With a few final stitches the postcard quilt is finished and ready to go out into the world with its poem.

Third January - Covent Garden

A giant Moomin appeared from behind the shop counter, padded and riddiculous but somehow enchanting.

Second January Angels

This will be a year of unexpected angels.

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.