Doug’s DIARY
(Photo: Layton Thompson) The month began with more snow: nothing too crazy, just a dusting, like sugar, across our garden. Away in the distance, the Galloway hills, clearly visible through the bare boughs of the woodland outside of the workshop window, were bright and white with deep snow, rendering them more evident than usual, against the dark, blue-grey of the winter skies.
The nights have been clear and the frost hard, with a billion stars twinkling in the sky above, as we head out with baby monitor, kiddies asleep, to attend our late-evening shift in the workshop.
As the month progressed, heavy rain washed away the snow. At times it seemed like it would never end. A few days ago, at last, I felt warmth on my face,…
