Dec 8th Walking down steep paths made by wild things, beside stone walls built by ancient hands, the low winter sun bleaching the landscape to cold colours. In my head the words for "He wishes for the Clothes of Heaven" stumble and fumble around.
Dec 9th Lovely review for Little Bear in the Independent Newspaper. To read it take a look at the Little Bear page.
Dec 11th Went to Narberth to listen to storytellers in the evening. Magical stories, wonderful music. Very medieval. Needed a roaring fire, baronial hall and glasses of mead, but not for long as was swept away by the images dancing in my mind's eye. Nick Hennessey told a selkie story I had not heard before.
Back at home, late, the children put themselves to bed swift and tired, while I walked the dogs around the village under a sky full of stars, with moon shadows following and the moon itself making a silver path across the sea. I want to see a moonset across the sea, silver on the water, colder than a sunset.
When we woke we walked a long walk in crystal winter sunshine, Tom and Hannah and the dogs, then spent the rest of the day listening to the cd's I had bought at the storytelling, Hugh Lupton and Daniel Morden and Nick Hennessey who plays the harp and sings a story to touch the soul.
Dec 17th Little Bear was reviewed in The Times Review of Books today by Amanda Craig. To see the review and a couple of others see the Little Bear page of the website.
Last night the moon was so bright that the cloud shadows chased across the fields. When the moon went behind clouds the light dimmed, then came back with a fierce, white brightness, and all around the moonshadows danced. To see this you need to be away from the orange lights of streets. In London I could not see even the stars. Here I can watch as they fall across the sky.
18th Dec Painting hares with gold leaf to relax from the poetry book.
Tried Christmas shopping without either much success or enthusiasm. Fortunately Hannah reminded me that we had to go to the butchers to order a turkey, and that just thinking about it wouldn't make it happen.
Weekend turned wet and wintery so cwtched up by the fire with a good book.
28th Dec After Christmas headed for the sanity of the hills rather than the January sales, on a day crisp with frost flowers. Walked along to the Dragon's Back and down to the Valley of the Seven Stones on ground made hard by the cold and Robin took a photo of me looking happy and oh so very stylish to close the year with.
Worked on adding ecards to the website, as new ones were definitely needed and missed painting as the year rolled to a close.
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