It's been a wet but happy January. I've been on my hands and knees in the rain, cutting the most beautiful willow at my osier bed in Horam.
Each harvest time I can't get over how abundant it is. I feel very grateful. Every January I cut it down to the ground and within a short space of time it forces it's way up again, comes into leaf and reaches up to the sun.
I've had some great help each year, plenty of lovely conversation while we cut and some quiet solitude too.