Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I had to photograph a castle, on Christmas Eve. A long way from home.

    In winter.

    It was -23 degrees when we left home in the Land Rover, my son William, who was enjoying only his second winter, with his cousin Adam for company.

    It warmed up, to just about freezing, and we got lost, just before a blizzard hit. I took a wrong turning up a small farm road. I was lost before the turning, but after the turning we were really lost.

    So we decided to carry on, just round the next corner. It was steep, in deep snow, and slithery. And it was very eerily greybluewhite, the colour of blizzards.

    And round the next corner we saw seven crows, and a fence.

    It was beautiful.

    Every cloud has a silver lining!

    But this one was black, black, black, black, black, black, black as a murder of winter crows.
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.