Today is the winter solstice - the shortest day of the year. It’s all downhill to spring from here!
December has been pretty chilly here in Northumberland, although we missed the worst of the snow. The main memory I take from this month is the spectacular stormy skies.
It is December now, the trees are naked As the three crosses on the hill; Through the white fog the face of the orange sun is cryptic Like a lawyer making the year’s will. The year has little to show, will leave a heavy overdraft to its heir. from Autumn Journal (XVIII) by Louis MacNeice