Field Edge.

In this half light the world feels submerged, birdsong is muffled, dampened like the earth itself, heavy from days of persistent light rain. The bark of the Scots pines blacken the sky. A group of deer stand stock still in the cut field, staring at me as I pass beneath the trees into the woods. The hills in the distance have disappeared, life is stalling or at least slowing in this new, unknown landscape.

This is one of my first walks from my new house. It has been a hectic couple of weeks and I’m pleased to have found a few hours this afternoon for a wander.

A huge thank you to everyone this year for their support in all your various ways and I wish everyone the merriest of times this Christmas and Hogmanay and we’ll see each other again in the New Year.

Dominique x

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