A new year...
Well, well, well...
Look what happens when I turn my back for a few moments....
A new year just walked right into our lives.
Just like that.
It could be that I have been flat out on the sofa debating with some germs
over who should own my body at the moment...
It could be that the grey and the rain here in the South West UK has been rather constant
for such a long time that the days seem to blend into a grey, soggy pulp...
A very sparsely decorated table at Christmas this year. Here I think you may also be able to see my favourite lights, or rather the effect of them: the small spots on top of the beams, directing their lights up, lighting up the ceiling in a way that seems to almost raise it a little more. You may also spot the small spots sunk into the floor by the arched doors, two by each door, lighting up the arches a little extra.
But it is here. A new year. An unwritten sheet waiting to be filled with wonderful things.
Despite a few rather grey and gloomy lines above, that is indeed what I hope to focus on.
And I wish lots and lots of those for you too.
Happy New Year, dear readers!