On the walk from my house to Russia Dock Woodlands, you have to pass by a particular hedgerow. Like all good hedgerows, it’s thick and impenetrable and rustling with unseen bird life. And it produces lots of bright-red berries, which frequently fall off and spill all over the pavement.
A hedgerow, yesterday
Maybe I’ve just got too much science on the brain, but whenever the sunlight is at a particular angle, especially in the winter when it is especially low in the sky, there is something about the shadows cast by the berries onto the rough cement that reminds me of images of molecules obtained by Atomic Force Microscopy.
Every year I look out for the “AFM berries” and smile to myself.
Well, no white Christmas for us here in Rotherhithe this year, just lashings of rain and gusting wind, the sort that blows down fences and rips tiles off the roof. But Richard, Joshua and I are safe indoors with our beautiful tree, plenty of food and drink and candles lit against the early darkness.
Happy Christmas to all.