Well, I may have taken a break over Christmas, catching up with friends and family, eating too much and generally rebooting my brain, but I still had my ears and eyes open.
After nearly 13 years in London the country still holds a place in my heart. I had really an idyllic childhood and as I get older I realise how important and formative those years were and how much the friends I made then still mean to me now.
The escape this year from the grey of the city was a revelation. Even on the dullest of days there were a myriad of colours to be seen in the freshly ploughed fields, hedgerows and horizons and the exciting thing is that as the seasons change the colours will eplode into a whole new palette.
On boxing day we went for a walk along the shoreline (with half of the rest of the world it seemed) and on the way there the hoar frost on the hedgerows and across the fields was magical, unfortunately I didn't manage to capture it on film, but I doubt I'd have done it justice anyway.
Here are a few images from that trip. (I couldn't resist using my hipstamatic app, it gives them a lovely retro mood).