[ 22:39 wednesday 2 june – haggerston road ]

on christmas day i went walking with mum and dad in the forest of dean. here’s what i wrote at the time:

this afternoon we went out walking in the forest of dean. everything was crusted in snow. a deep, timeless silence hung amongst the trees disturbed only by the crunch of our feet on the icy ground. the river wye was in full flood, winding around the limestone cliffs of symonds yat and churning tirelessly over the shallows. the sun hung low above the horizon and sent fingers of gold piercing the mist between the boughs. we got lost and ended up walking rather further than we intended. it was breathtakingly beautiful. i took photographs with a sense of wide-eyed wonder.

now, five months later, i’ve uploaded eleven of the photos. you can see them all here.

: c :