The sun was shining in all its Winter glory.
The dark days are now upon us and the Winter Sun is so different to her Summer counterpart. There is no warmth in the Winter sun. She wears a coat and scarf, not a dress.
Her rays are low, bright and they bleach the landscape; green is grey, grey is black, brown is black too.
The sheep are blurred and uninterested, barely lifting their heads. The wind is sharp and it cuts through you if you're daft enough to stand still.
Your ears hurt, your toes are cold and your nose runs all the time.
Even the birds say "why me?" as they look for some shelter in the bare trees.
But the holly leaves have hardened up now in time for Christmas and the Mistletoe, well yes, that looks good too. If you see a Robin, that's a welcome dash of red.
And in a few days, the nights will start drawing out again....
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