2010 ended as it started - with snow here in East London.
Wellies in the back garden - January 2010
Footprints on the way to school - November 2010
But in between these two monochrome episodes, there has been sunshine, travel, colour and adventure. So much more than I expected, in what I considered at first to have been a largely quiet, reflective, undramatic year.
My feet have seen a great deal of London throughout the year. Sometimes just part of everyday life, and sometimes exploring.
Walking home from the tube - March 2010
Yomping over Hampstead Heath - Mothering Sunday 2010
Colourful scarf and coat, outside school - January 2010
Shadows at Kew Gardens - April 2010
Shadows and late summer sunshine in Walthamstow Market - September 2010
Tottenham Court Road tube station - September 2010
Greenwich Observatory - October 2010
I made a couple of trips to Oxford to see my family, but not as many as I would have liked. Our longest trip was over Easter, when I took the children to the fantastic Black Country Museum in Dudley, near Birmingham.
On a coal heap at The Black Country Museum near Birmingham - April 2010
On a pontoon by the edge of Port Meadow in Oxford - April 2010
Oxford shadows - April 2010
We had just two camping trips this year - to Exmoor in May, when we travelled light with great success and wild camping in Sussex, with friends, in July.
Feet and friends around the campfire at breakfast time - Sussex, July 2010
Summer sunshine on the South Coast - Sussex, July 2010
Camping weather - Sussex, July 2010
Pyjamas and crocs - I must be camping - Exmoor, May 2010
Poor nail varnish choice - Exmoor, May 2010
Coffee at dawn - Exmoor, May 2010
And the reason we didn't do so much camping this year was because I decided I wanted a much bigger adventure than usual, in what might well be the only school summer holiday where I don't have to work.
In July the four of us drove down to the South of France, where we stayed with my parents for two weeks. Then G flew back to London and I stayed on another week in France before driving to Switzerland with the children for adventure and exploration. While we were in France we did some very long, demanding hikes with the children - and then made it up to them by letting them swim in the pool for hours at a time.
Walking boots and hiking pole on our long Espinas walk - Tarn-et-Garonne, France, July 2010
A glass of something nice in the evening sun - Arnac, France, August 2010
Poolside - Arnac, France, July 2010
Trying to keep my toes in the shade - France, August 2010
Much better nail varnish choice - France, August 2010
My trip to Switzerland was the realisation of a very long-held dream. And happily it exceeded my expectations, and I am currently plotting how I may be able to get back there very soon. I loved Switzerland. I found it a little surreal - neither German, French nor Italian but somehow a mixture of all three, plus an essence of something completely Swiss. I loved the walking signs, the delicious yogurts, the mountains, the lakes, the wood carvings, the efficiency, the politeness, the madness and the flowers.
O and me on the deck of the boat crossing Lake Thun - Switzerland, August 2010
On the platform at Interlaken Ost train station - Interlaken, Switzerland, August 2010
My favourite 'Wanderweg' walk sign - Switzerland, August 2010
Muddy boots and jeans, halfway down Harder Kulm - Switzerland, August 2010
Evening relaxation in our appartment in Interlaken - Switzerland, August 2010
Boots and alpine flowers, high up a mountain - Switzerland, August 2010
On a Postbus - near Brienz, Switzerland, August 2010
Alpine flower - Switzerland, August 2010
I also managed to sneak in a very brief visit to another place I've always wanted to go to - the city of Nancy in Eastern France, near the border with Germany. A good name for a city I think. We stopped off there for a night on our drive back from Switzerland to the channel ports. After the refreshing mountain air of Switzerland, the 40 degree heat that greated us in Nancy was a shock to the system. But the city was as delightful as its name, and is another place I want to go back to and explore more.
In some much needed shade, under a tree - Nancy, France, August 2010
And the rest of my year was mostly spent at my sewing machine. I have no photo of my right foot on the pedal, but there are plenty of pictures of me trying to get a good shot of something I've made.
New summer top, with fabric from the V&A - London, June 2010
Sewing with jersey - London, November 2010
It has been an extraordinary year. A precious year. A probably never-to-be-repeated year, which I shall always look back on with great delight.
Happy New Year!