Year of the Monkey
Into the mists
Fairly representative of the view during December. Christmas was spent on the edge of a village common, entirely shrouded in thick mists. It was a beautiful sight, with the trees looming out at you and the occasional horse suddenly appearing, looking for its donkey friend. Something of metaphor of our walk into 2017 - peering ahead and not being able to see what is going to emerge from the murk of 2016. Here's to horses in 2017.
That would have made more sense if 2017 was the year of the horse.