This morning I took my lunch-break at 9am. Driving to school over Cornbury Park as the sun cast a beautiful, dappled orange light across the frosty landscape was just too much of a draw - the boys were duly dispatched, the camera gear was quickly grabbed and me, my bobble hat, snuggly coat and fingerless mittens set out on a mini-morning adventure.
I’ve written before about how much I adore this landscape and I often describe it as the ‘rolling countryside of West Oxfordshire’ because it really is. Rolling. For as far as the eye can see. And I really love it.
I’ve been so busy with work in the last two weeks, dropping the boys at school and then working till pick up time, hanging with them until bedtime then getting back to work when they’re asleep, it’s been work, ferry, feed, work, sleep on repeat for days now. So this morning it was good to just stop a little, breathe in the fresh air and look. We’re often so busy rushing, we forget to look.
Trouble is, taking a step back from work for an hour or so has allowed Christmas to loom large in my mind and now I realise how little time there is and how much I have to do to make it happen…rats!