I’ve enjoyed clearing the house of the yuletide explosions of fairy lights, gingerbread men and pine needles, and have welcomed in the new year in all its slate-clean glorious grey. Tom and I took a wander to the far East of the Island this morning, and admired the end of the land..
Up on the top of windy Tennyson Down, it was chilly enough to justify Christmas jumpers and I revelled in the ravelry, as is my usual habit.
We stopped for a simple cup of tea (and mighty slabs of cake) at Dimbola Lodge, catching the last day of the fabulous exhibition of local artist Liz Cooke. Between the chilled shelves laden with cakes, are glass-fronted cabinets of beautiful old camera equipment, while upstairs is filled with the big eyes of Cameron’s 19th century portrait subjects. This corner of Freshwater Bay is a beautiful spot for a simple January day.