It’s a tonic, she said. Better than any medicine. The air was cold, the ground frozen hard with a scatter of ice and snow. From up on Scout Scar escarpment we looked west toward the fells and watched sunlight touch the snow with brilliance. We’ve all needed a tonic here in Cumbria, even those of us not flooded out. Cold air from the north west and winter sunlight on snow. I like to hear how others connect with countryside, how it inspires them. Best not to ask but simply to listen.
This afternoon Samira Ahmed spoke of David Bowie’s influence on her sense of her own identity as a British Asian, in the week Bowie died. Outside the blue drained from the sky and snow began to fall. The first snow of the New Year although the high fells have been white for a couple of days now. As the light faded children appeared to scoop up the snow and make snowballs and lights came on slowly across the town.
My name is Jan Wiltshire. I am a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria and I take photographs.