All words and images © Nina Nixon
November and December came and went in a whirl for us.
From birthdays to bonfire night, pre festivities and christmas seemed to flit past in a blink of an eye.
But the constant maintained was the mornings we woke to a fresh, crisp, frosty landscape.
Where we scrunch our days to school and sip mugs of hot tea, puffing out billowing clouds of steam. Swaddled in woollens that linger with the smell of woodsmoke and feet are stamped to keep toes warm.
Warm soup dipped with crusty bread on a daily bases are a given, the slow cooker constantly on, dishing up some kind of nourishing meal.
These are the days of winter for us. Family, home and togetherness.