Where the sun has not yet reached, frost glitters on fallen leaves. Startled deer crash through the undergrowth where newly truffled earth says badger. Sticky buds of the sycamore house a flock of long tailed tits singing their winter songs. Beyond the wood the hedgerow casts long shadows acrosss the field from a pale winter sun.
Merry Christmas to everyone. I hope you all have the best one you can and here’s to the returning light and promises for a better year ahead.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me this year to keep making work. It has meant more than usual. Dominique x