December, A Spring.
Imagine a spring. Not a gurgling gush of crystal clear water tumbling over mossy boulders, ferns nodding merrily. No, this is a Norfolk spring. Think mud, more mud, pin rush, alders and snipe. Think cows up to their knees in mud as they walk through it.Well- not at the moment as it’s frozen solid but that’s the funny thing; in the summer the air around it is always very cold, it’s not somewhere you want to linger. But in this freezing weather the air around it feels warm. Every time I notice this temperature difference my imagination takes me down to the Underworld. To the Kingdom of Hades and Cerberus his six headed dog and then to poor Persephone, locked down there for these six winter months. Water from the Underworld oozing up to the surface with it’s own constant temperature, nothing to do with the fickle weather we are subjected to up here.
