I’m used to winters that are grey; all ploughed up fields, bare branches and white skies. But up here they are GOLDEN. The grasses, brackens and bushes turn this wonderful colour and it’s as if a cloth of gold has been dropped on top of the landscape, settling into its contours and valleys for the season.
There is rain, of course, and lots of it, but that just keeps everything so vibrantly alive, even during this longest winter in living memory. And it also means that things are about turn all the shades green...
I remind myself of this on the dog walks where the wind blows the rain under my hood and straight into my face - it’s worth it for the flowers and the leaves and the birdsong to come. And that’s nature for you - providing metaphors for life since the dawn of time #whp🌲