Frost and Fog
“How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen?
What old December’s bareness every where!”
Shakespeare, Sonnet XCVII
January brings a different landscape to the English countryside. The fog and frost on these days are evocative and haunting. Exploring the frozen world offers a new perspective on these winter mornings. Much of the month has been swallowed by the blear. Whole entire days lost in a damp thick fog. Any idea of an afternoon beyond 2 o’clock mostly theoretical when it’s already dimpsey by noon.
And if indeed the sun finally burnt its way through as it was setting, in a day that started and ended somewhere in the fog.
