15 Jan “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” John Steinbeck
[gallery ids="457,448,452,447,446,451,458,456,455,450,449"] This morning the air was thick and quiet. We slept for hours longer than we should have, we stretched our tea drinking out until our bladders were bursting and we socked our feet until our wellington boots couldn't fit. Eventually, Jon, Bramble and I ran...