Sitting on my back stoop in the rain and finding a lost treasure.

Editing in under the oak and reflecting on letting go in this Altjahrswoche.

A strange Boxing Day, waiting but not seeing anyone, until finally becoming immersed in some editing.

500 Today! Mole celebrates on a hot Christmas Day.

Remembering that once Christmas was my main writing time.

An unexpected end to my walk on Knocklofty; and feeling the change in the air as everyone gears up for Christmas and down for holidays.

On Knocklofty again at last and defying the lowering clouds.

A much more in sorts kind of a day and enjoying the music of Calais Sessions

Very pleased to be back in my nest and heading for bed after a tiring day.

Feeling White Rabbitish as the days race away from me.