There’s little that a good walk can cure, particularly amongst the trees. There’s no bustle, no pressure to be anywhere. Just you, your thoughts and the birds chirping away in the trees.


Anything, Everything
There’s little that a good walk can cure, particularly amongst the trees. There’s no bustle, no pressure to be anywhere. Just you, your thoughts and the birds chirping away in the trees.


Winter can be a dull, drab time. Everything is grey or brown or just a bit icky (when there’s no snow about, in which event everything is glorious). But often thats when the odd splash of colour, usually going unnoticed, might suddenly pop out at you in the shape of leaves, flowers, little red berries.


I love creepy, and many associate fog, or mist, with creepy. So called films, of course, but I also think of Silent Hill (I only ever played the original PS1 game as a kid, scarred me for a while). I think creepy can still be very beautiful though, in an eerie, unsettling way. Silhoettes, ominous glows where the sun should be clearly visible… figures emerging from nowhere…

Third hike up the Wrekin this year, and my god it was bitter. But this is such a striking image, isn’t it?

Every morning, I get up early and go for a walk. My main drive is to wake up, get energized. But at quarter to 7 in the morning, the only time I can fit in before work, there’s emerged one drive to get up. ‘To capture the dawn’, as Michael Sheen says in Staged.


Weather wise, its been turbulent. I personally think its the perfect weather for the period we live in right now. It should encourage people to stay in, anyhow. In a perfect world, but for so many kids its their first taste of snow, and how magical must that be?
