Winter sunlight turns bare branches, that drip with rain, into fascinating fairy lights. Silver prisms of fantasy, dangling precariously from thin Birch trees. The days of light and dark are confused with bright full moons, illuminating the bare landscape… This is a delightful time of year, as the sun makes its steady progress downwards, ever down… Light is delicate and unpredictable, sometimes overwhelming in its glow, at others, just a whisper of the day. Entire worlds are captured in water droplets. Fitting too, as water and sun give life. The coppicing continues and long branches are hauled up from the gardens…