December, A Good Week For Lying Low.
The first week in December has been a week for lying low. Gales, high tides and flooding swept houses into the sea. A few more miles of thick hedgerow were sent screaming into oblivion and just when the wind had abated and the terrible machinery gone, the West Norfolk Hunt galloped over the horizon. Exercising some imagined feudal right to ride rough shod through every quiet corner, they are most unwelcome here.
And so I spend another week holed up with Slinky in my studio, content to keep out of the way of the mayhem, completely obsessed by the shape of my dog.