Two days ago I went for a walk in Randwick Woods near my home.  There had been snow two days before but now there was bright blue sky and cold still air.  The snow had melted a little and then frozen again and there was a top layer of crunchy ice.  The woods had a wonderful quality of stillness and silence – there is something about snow on the ground on a calm day that seems to magnify the absence of sound.  In the stillness, it is as if everything is more real, more alive, and the space between things is thicker and richer.  When nature is more alive, I feel more alive too, and more in the moment.

Further on, on a promentary of land where the sun and winds had been strong,  most of the snow had melted and then frozen again.  Bushes and grass were covered in twinkly, rainbow icicles, glistening in the sun.  Such moments as these are fleeting and rare and all the more precious.  I took some photographs but it is hard to capture the magic of the reflecting ice.  What a beautiful day…