The first walk of the new year, to Pennington Flash in Lancashire. Everywhere icebound, frosted, still. The sound of the ice creaking and our boots crunching. Hundreds of birds gathered to feed on the open water, waiting for the thaw which will not come tonight. As we drove home the light began to fade and the cold ground seemed to tighten even more.
Thinking about 2010... not knowing what it will bring... having no expectations anymore... deciding to take each moment as it is given, to go slowly and keep things simple, to be good to myself, to be patient, to be thankful.
A more tangible resolution is to read from our collection of countryside books every night, to think about lives lived elsewhere and to learn more about the beauty that surrounds us.