I am a dawn writer – At West Dean I'd wake up early and make tea in my room, opening the window to listen to the black crows in the mist. I watched the sky change from a delicious dark lapis to the violet and copper hues of a November sun rise. I took lots of very early morning frosty and misty walks, watch first light, the fog lifting in the distance on white icy fields, explore glorious woods and gaze up at the light through the trees and the leaves. I tried to find words for this, there is a Japanese word Komorebi which roughly translates as “the scattered light that filters through when sunlight shines through trees” - There is something so fantastic about this to me, the low sun and the dawn mist. It was truly spectacular, to be alone to feel it all in all my senses and smell the autumn, to enjoy the colours, the frosty grass underfoot, the crunch-crunch of leaves under my old boots and all that air and light and time being in the present. I was so happy in that moment.