The day after the excitement of Christmas is always one to spend outside. We walked in wintry woods. We breathed in clear cold air. We listened to the woodpeckers sounding out their rhythm across the valley.
We watched for signs of Spring amongst the sleeping trees, flashes of colour where hazel trees held onto their leaves. We glimpsed imaginary beasties - unicorns and gruffalos. Jago ran with his wand, Jess danced in and out of the tree. My sense of loss this past year means that every moment I spend with my family I savour.