Out of the darkness
The seasons are turning and I'm starting to travel home at dusk now, not in thick darkness. It's always a great time of year, with the promise of spring hovering in the frosty air. The mornings are bright and days are getting noticeably longer. And the countryside is waking up a little: more birds singing, more skittering in the undergrowth, more deer looking up startled through the leafless branches as I tootle past. Not long now until the evenings really start to light up and we think about changing the clocks to make the most of it. I love the hopefulness of this time of year.