I really love trees in winter. I love the look of them, their bare branches against a wintry sky, stark and majestic. Earlier this month, I went for a walk around St Fagan's - not the National History Museum located in the village, which I've visited many times, but the fields around it. It was a beautiful day, crisp and cold and clear.
And those winter's trees were simply gorgeous in their bare-branched glory.
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