Winter brings with it many particularly brumal delights: crackling fires; snuggly winter pyjamas, and rich foamy hot chocolate. There is a particular quality to the light which is sharp in the crisp, dry air. The nightime neighbourhood is filled with the smell of wood fires, and in the day the grass is golden yellow. The Earth bares her skin, as the foliage thins and dies back. For me, it always seems a time filled with anticipation.