This was sunrise, viewed from upstairs.
One hour later.
And an hour after that, looking out of the front of the house towards the river.
I half thought I might take a picture every hour, but life got in the way. The middle boy had an optician's appointment in Bristol and things were generally too busy for me to wander about snapping pictures for a while.
After lunch we avoided the crowds and went to the little town of Wotton-under-Edge for a wander, and to pick up a few things. The hill in the distance is the "Edge" - the edge of the Cotswolds. In fact the Cotswold Way footpath passes through the town.
This building is on the high street, and I always look up at it when we pass.
We went to the little park just before sunset.
Seven hours and fifty-one minutes after the first photo I took this one, at 4.04pm. The shortest day of the year has ended.
Winter solstice is one of my favourite days of the year, one that I look forward to a lot. There's a real feeling of being in tune with the rhythm of the seasons. Enjoying every minute of the light and loving it more for its brief appearance. And luxuriating in the warmth and cosiness of home during the long hours of darkness. This year I've also been thinking about how lucky we are to have the sanctuary of a safe home when so many don't.
I hope you all had a lovely day, and that your evening and night are happy and peaceful, in these the darkest hours of the year.