Winter

Rainy skies and stormy winds bring a new sense of wildness to our sleeping site. The spring is high and the grass greening under the gentle blanket of fallen leaves browned by time.

Country walks as part of our permitted leisure time take on an understated importance. We pass no one but mooing cows and fluffy sheep, their woolen coats damp by the recent downpours. Down silent lanes where not even cars pass, over mud and though flowing road rivers we walk and enjoy the peace.

With the nearing of spring just around the corner, and the hopeful return of chatter and laughter to our site I smile and appreciate the quiet, but look forward and welcome the change of both returning and new guests.