I always think this is a strange time of year. Neither one thing nor another, stuck in the middle, not quite sure of anything, drifting between the festivities of Christmas just gone by, while looking forward to the celebration of New Year just round the corner. At the same time looking back at the year past, while looking forward to the year to come.
It's always more tricky when, as has been the case for the past few days, the weather has not been conducive to a good, head-clearing walk in the countryside. Again this morning, the wind is blowing, the temperature has taken a turn lower and the rain keeps falling at regular intervals, making things feel even more dreary.
Looking at the raindrops as they cling to the windows, they look like tiny lenses producing hundreds of minute, upside down images of our surrounding environs. Look carefully and you can see the houses opposite - in miniature.