How was your Christmas? Good I hope. The endless days of grey cloud and solid rain we’ve been experiencing here, for what feels like weeks, cleared on Christmas Day. My mum and dad and I climbed one of the big hills on the farm. At 381 metres above sea level we could see for miles in the bright winter air. Far below the lights of the homes in the valley glinted. The short hours of daylight this close to the solstice didn’t allow us long, so as we clambered down the other side of the hill the moon was rising behind us.
Here’s a lovely present we received for Christmas. It’s a clock made from beachcombings by Simon Mouncey. It’s such a jolly thing. With its face slightly at an angle it looks like it might tell a joke as much as the time.
