Christmas has passed, January is here and sunlight is a rare thing.
Walking on the footpath towards King Alfred’s Tower at Stourhead in Wiltshire I turned left went through a gate and found a hidden lake. Small pockets of woodland, remnants of the great Selwood Forest cover the slopes of the valley. Climbing a hill to stand under an ancient oak I paused to enjoy the sunshine. The gentle light softened the dark silhouettes of the leafless trees. It was so quiet and peaceful – winter sun is beautiful.
Returning home from Shaftesbury – after a typical gloomy grey day – a winter sunset lit up the sky over the Blackmore Vale. It was extraordinary, breathtaking and uplifting.
A brief unexpected brilliance.
