We’ve just got back from our first proper winter walk, with icy puddles to creak, slippery slidey patches to test our bravery on, and a world made exciting and new by the cold. Our nearby watercourses are flowing again after a week of stormy rains, and they abound with energy even when the trees and bushes on their banks are frozen and quiet. I love this time of year -can you tell? There’s a chance for rest and renewal in the dark and the cold; with no need to grow, we can strengthen and root ourselves. What’s your favourite thing about winter?