One of the best times of day is early morning (for us larks but not for my owl husband!) when I go to visit the sheep. They live in their own timescales – they cannot be hurried and regard stressy people as just plain weird. So I adjust and it’s wonderful. There is a particularly special feeling on winter evenings when the ewes are in lamb, in the barn and gently munching their hay – were it not a little draughty I would stay the night with them but I am not as well equipped as they for outdoor living …
This best time is also to really see things – like the first frost – I took these pictures on 24th November, just of the frosted leaves in the yard. Then, thinking about yarns for colour work, I played with them to see whether monochrome would improve them … I leave the reader to judge!
