If you’re viewing this photo in June or July then please try to remember just how miserable December can be. This may look like a wonderful ‘trees in the mist’ photo but it isn’t. This is a photograph of ‘trees in the rain’. Freezing, December rain.
I cannot remember a day during December 2018 when it wasn’t raining. Day after day of relentless rain and cold, when it was still dark at 10 in the morning, and dark again at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. Proper bleak. Bleak, bleak and bleak again. Urgh.
Roll back a few hours before this photo and it’s a typical Saturday morning in our house. I woke my teenage boys at 8 o’clock. It was dark. And as teenagers do, they questioned the wisdom at being woken up in the middle of the night. I took my younger one to play under 13s football at what I can only describe as the most miserable football pitch in the Hampshire League, at a school in Camberley at the bottom of a motorway embankment. What an absolutely dreadful spot. It was raining sideways and the air temperature was 2°C. The pitch temperature was even lower and could best be described as permafrost. Bloody grim.
To compensate for the grimness of watching Under 13s football all morning I took the long way home and stopped at the top of Goodwood where the trees grow tall and slender. More teenage moaning. More sideways rain. But a great shot of some trees to make up for it.
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