Jack comes to visit..

As if in a dream, the train 'kachink, kachinked' it's way along the track, the pitch world outside passing with only the occasional street lamp to show movement. The thick mist invisible until brought out of hiding by car headlamps. Cold...finger biting cold.
Solitude...

The world still asleep, slumbering in their warm beds, dreaming of happy thoughts and lazy Saturday business. My wheels make no noise, robins sing in quiet tones, the mist deceiving distance and direction. Across the common and through the land trapped clouds, so thick in the dips and hollows as to make you feel like you are flying. The grass covered in thick frost, leaf edges dipped in sugar like an expensive cocktail. All stiff and perfect and crunchy underfoot...Winter has come....my heart burns with a fire that keeps the cold out.. my love of this season stoking the furnace.

Work..

Then onto meet old friends that we trekked in Peru with..the girls are tremendous fun and I can't wait to catch up...wine...food...and some great company....all while Jack Frost hopefully paints the world white again..

Have a lovely weekend folks :)