We always visited England at Christmas when my husband’s father was alive. It was always cold but I loved it. I had previously only been in summer when all the hedges were in full leaf and I felt as though I was in a tunnel with limited vision. Claustrophobic. I didn’t feel this in winter as we tramped the trails in the Downs. At this stile the paddocks were icy and we laughed as we both at different times slid and fell. This day we walked from Patcham (Brighton) to Lewes where I saw tiger nuts for the first time.
In response to Shadow Shot Sunday 2