Our Winter's day

How beautiful and silent it was after church this morning. A fresh and invigorating walk at Pevensey Castle to remind us that we are alive whilst Winter is at war, her subterfuge, a silent white wash of flakes upon the earth. Bleak and empty in a solitude way, resting or sleeping, hibernating and regenerating for the bud of Spring bringing colour and birth back into light.

How I love the snow, its immeasurable beauty and vastness. The first time I really touched snow was when I came to England in 1996. I had seen it on the Drakensberg Mountains when I was growing up in South Africa but had never touched it before. I get dizzy with excitement when we have snow. Today, I could be a child again and that felt good. I hope if you have had any snow, you've had some fun with it too? 

We drove home to have soup and crusty bread followed by some reading and knitting... do you read and knit at the same time? I can only do this if it's straight forward up and down stocking stitch (Andy's beanie hat that I frogged is re-growing), anything more complicated I need to keep my eyes on the stitches! I've read the first couple of chapters of this book lent to me by a colleague friend and it's rather intriguing, I hope its not going to spook me out. If so, I think I'll wait till the Summer when the earth feels less heavy to continue reading it.

Keep safe and snug this week and see you all soon

xox

Penelope