As I count down the days to my sabbatical month* I find myself feeling a little sad about the things I am going to miss. Like the early morning sun illuminating the dew on a succulent lampranthus.
* Actually the last week of December and the whole of January which of course, if we are going to be pedantic about it, is a little more than a month but who is counting? You are? Why I am not surprised? On reflection, there is a very good chance that it is indeed a month to the Lizard People of Jupiter or perhaps the Ents or even the Clangers, which in my book still counts and I am, after all, making the rules.