My daughter is wild – a wild water swimmer and so a New year’s day dip in the lake was just up her street. For me it meant a walkabout and the chance to savour some twig and branch textures in wintry display – without frosting and under a low lit morning sky.
Dedicated to Catherine who has done so much to help me through the tangle of decisions I am having to make.
PoetryPix 
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