Sunsets, singing swans and frozen seas
It's deep midwinter at the summerhouseDaybreak, Denmark (about 8.20am), New Year's Eve. I catch a startled movement out of the corner of my eye. A large male deer is jumping, agitated, on the bank at the side of our garden. My flushing loo has caused a commotion. I watch as he slowly calms and returns to feeding on a young bush. Then, miraculously, he ambles over to join a doe who'd been half hidden in the gloom. I w…