I am documenting the year with monthly photographs of my kitchen table. Capturing the jumble that accumulates here, at the heart of the kitchen, is also a way to record some of the domestic stories of our family life.
Tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, the shortest day and the longest night, the arrival of which heralds the gradual returning of the light. We shall be lighting candles in its honour, and bringing in greenery from the woods. There is something so very magical about these darkest days of the year. I try not to bemoan the gloomy skies and lack of light, because I do so adore the early glow of the streetlights, the scent of woodsmoke in the air, the flicker of candles and the cold evenings curled up under a blanket with my knitting in front of the fire.