I was talking with my extended family about winter.
My sister said she felt like we’d already had a lot of winter and that spring should be starting any moment.
I mentioned I was really enjoying winter this year.
(Which is a little funny because I have already had one winter.
But the English do winter so well, all lamps and Sunday walks and pub lunches and Christmas.)
I immediately wanted to eat my words because I realised I was the only one who didn’t have a full time job, meaning I can go for lovely walks at 2 o’clock on lovely winter afternoons if I wish.
But I have since realised that it isn’t that walk time that I love.
It’s when I go right on dusk.
There’s mist, maybe drizzle, there are fires and lights in windows.
I return home when it is properly dark, having said a personal goodbye to daylight.
I’ve heard that it is really good physiologically to be outside as day is breaking, but I like the other end too.
Night-time Walky Super Sue x