January is drawing to a close already, and I am still rather conspicuous by my absence here in the blogosphere.
What better way to start a day off work than with an early morning trip to the beach?
For a week we swapped our hills for the rather more impressive peaks of the Austrian Alps.
Our cottage stands atop a hill, where it is buffeted by the winds: the price to be paid for gazing out across fields and woods, hills and valleys.
With a run of mostly dry days this week, I have been unashamedly obsessed with the wonderful light at either end of the day.
We returned from our travels through a glorious sunset, arriving home after dark and waking the following morning to a misty autumn landscape.
The dying embers of the evening sun lit up the sky tonight in a fiery flourish; quite magnificent.
One evening a few weeks ago, while those fierce winds were raking across our hilltop, we spotted something taking shelter by the hedge that runs along the field beside us.
The bank holiday weekend found us driving to deepest Dorset, with a slight detour over the border to North Devon for a delicious lunch at the River Cottage canteen in Axminster.
Fresh snow continued to fall for the first few days and nights of this week, creating whirlwinds of white beneath the brooding skies.