I’ve been hibernating.
It’s easy enough to do when the winter sun isn’t up until almost nine o’clock and on the wane again by half past three; some days barely there at all. A season of fires and blankets, good books and endless cups of tea.
I’ve been hibernating.
It’s easy enough to do when the winter sun isn’t up until almost nine o’clock and on the wane again by half past three; some days barely there at all. A season of fires and blankets, good books and endless cups of tea.