Posted by Tania Kindersley.
The sun came out today, after four days of dreich, and it shone as if some great lighting director in the sky had decided to pull all the stops out for new year's eve.
It is not an eve I adore. I do not like phoney love on the stroke of midnight, or stupid auld lang's syne, or the absurd making of resolutions. It is just some random date on the calendar, but I suppose that humans like to put things into order and categories, and this category is the new beginning one. I shall be grumpy, and then put my lipstick on, and plaster a great big smile on my face, and pretend that I am in the sunniest of moods. Who knows? With enough lipstick and smiling, the fake may turn into real jollity after all. I have found that this can happen. (Just in case, I have warned my mother, who is dealing with her trepidation by shipping in extra champagne. I think her cunning plan is to get me drunk. I think it is an excellent plan.)
Anyway, despite my bah humbug old mood, I do wish you all a very happy new year, wherever you are. Tomorrow, when it is all over, I shall be back to being a little ray of sunshine.
Talking of which, here is the amazing light of the day:
And look, look, there was even some magic cloud, hovering over the sheep:
The rosehips and the wall looked particularly vivid:
And the ladyships looked like Ava Gardner, bathed in the incredible winter sun:
Finally, today's view of the hill, in all her glittering glory: