There’s something about the cold white light of midwinter sparkling off hoarfrosted windows that’s always seemed a bit otherworldly and magical. Today, it seems to have slowed the tumult in Wallingford to a thick syrup, like some white sorceress spell. It’s left us a bit contemplative, reflecting on the past year and thinking about the next.
We’re not one much for resolutions, really, but the turning of the year, reinforced by the proximity of our birthday, does provide a timely marker for self-assessment and adjusting course.
So, at the risk of boring you with navel-gazing, we offer you our aspirations …