Like many people this Christmas, we spent time on the roads, visiting relatives and friends. My wife and I share the driving, which gives me time to look at the landscape outside.
One of the things that I love about this time of year, deep mid-winter, is that almost all of the old leaves are gone from the trees the hedges. The bones of the landscape are laid bare for all to see. On cloudy days, the colours of the woods and trees are muted to a range of browns, with shades purple from dormant buds or old berries.
Beneath the trees there are swathes of orange of dead bracken tops. Occasionally, there is a real splash of colour from fallen apples, collected at the base of trees. On our journey, we saw yellow piles of wild apples in the countryside, but also red apples in built up areas.
All disappear by spring, eaten and covered up by grass and vegetation.
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