Sunday, 4 December 2011
the cold here gets right down into the marrow of your bones. to slice your hand through the air feels like cutting through a block of ice, and it's like a thousand shivering needles are stabbing into you all at once. the wind makes this ancient house rattle whilst the threat of snow hangs heavy on the air, and the north sea crashes dark and cold and wild. it all makes for a holly not keen to leave the house unless absolutely necessary, tucked up with tea & fluffy blankets in a freshly festive house. thinking back to the summer - to when stepping outside could burn you, not freeze you. last july i spent a few days in bavaria with my family & i never got round to posting the pictures here - there are more on my flickr - so i thought i'd do so now. mountains, space, lakes, tourists, swans, pasta, bike rides, horses, broken fences, climbing, driving, maps, art, castles, a sense of being transported into somewhere very alien and unnerving. it was beautiful but i'm not sure i'd go back. sometimes beautiful places get ruined the more you see them. and when beauty is made so utterly toursity it kind of spoils it a bit. the bike ride was brilliant though; pedalling over the alps and into austria, into a much quieter world of palomino ponies and log piles and red tiled houses. all those little, necessary things.