The shifting year

It was strange to be out on the quiet roads of Edinburgh and then swestward and south for Oxford in the just-broken light. We took the road for Lanark by mistake and laboured round its bends and stuttered over its worn out surface, skirting north of the Pentlands. 

Christmas is such a strong and fragile time. So much expectation and memories piled sky-high of this special day: the good and bad days there have been competing for space and their say.

The journey south went surprisingly easily and we were in Oxford in just over six hours. 

A grand meet up with its sadness and jokes, good food, good wine and good company.

The photo's from the Lanark road - the A70 - looking south to the Pentlands.