Walking off the excess of Turkey and Christmas pudding on the Wirral Way near Hooton these last few days has been essential. The snow made it all the more charming although that has now melted. The relics of last years season stand there as black carcasses at the side of the footpath, their skeletal spectacle swaying elegantly. Now it’s new year I can’t wait for spring, the new verdant growth and the hope that goes with it.
Happy new year….