Another cold day, but clear and sunlit, and all the trunks and branches of the trees glowing – the silver on the birches, the golden lichen on the hazels and oaks, and the moon between them. I walked – not as far as yesterday, but further than I’ve managed on other days – and kept going further than I strictly needed to because it was too beautiful to stop so soon. It’s so good to be able to do that again.
Kathleen Jowitt 