New Year

New Year's Day.

I went out for a walk on the moors to blow the cobwebs away and to get away from the cats, who were hanging around as if expecting something: one's trying to walk across the laptop even as I write.

I find walking's usually good for generating ideas for new cards, although today was an exception. The poet, Ian Duhig, quoted another poet to me once (can't remember his name),who when asked where ideas came from said that if he knew he'd go there. Or something like that.

Perhaps it was the mist and drizzle, but I didn't get there today either. I took the photograph as it somehow represented this place being off in the mist - except I was going the other way when I took it.

It'll get better.

Happy New Year.