This January morning is frost-crisp, wisps of cloud streak the sky, my boots scrape and tinkle gravel where the field rumples, crumples like a fresh white cover over storm-tossed limbs, frozen furrows, hedgerows, overgrown and winter-scented. Tormented by tingling fingers and toes, nose numb and coat buttons come undone, I greet the early magpie, high […]