COPING WITH WINTER GET GROWING
It's taken me a long time to come to terms with autumn and winter. When I was younger, I would dread them as though they were a looming cloud of despair and cold. As a youth, my favourite pursuits were all outdoors: running over moorlands or creeping through woodlands eating wild berries. My mum taught me to walk barefoot without a sound and listen to the orchestra of nature, and how to find the good nuts and berries and avoid the bad ones. We spent endless hours at the beach exploring rockpools and still more hours in my little dinghy as my dad taught me to sail. A charmed life indeed.
Then around October, it would start raining