It’s been a blustery night last night and the wind rattled my little bedroom window so much that I closed it in the middle of the night.
I wonder how similar the West Coast wind storms are to Oxfordshire wind storms. How one blows off the Pacific and slams into the mountains and the other howls across a gently rolling country.
Without a moon it’s so dark here in the country.
Last Wednesday I was at Catherine’s cozy, warm cottage waiting for her to come home. The dark arrived too soon but the cottage is so warm and cozy and the fairy lights glow with most welcoming twinkle.
I took a few photos so you can see how lovely and Bohemian her home is. It’s loveliest in these dark wintery days, I think.
There are floppy pillows and lush fabrics and purring cats, hot tea and stones and crystals and a beautiful view onto fields and the chalk downs beyond.
That was last week, and tomorrow is Christmas Eve. It all seems too soon!