Misty Mornings at The Wriggly Tin
A little over two weeks ago, when winter had not set in properly, we stayed at the The Wriggly Tins in Hambledon. It was a few days after they had closed for the winter, giving us the best-of-the-best of a late autumn stay out in the fields. There was no electricity, no wifi, no warm water. It was just us two, in a little Shepherd's Hut, surrounded by fields and forests. The darkness at night was surreal - so blinding, yet the sky was lightened with millions of stars. The early morning hours were nothing but frost, fog and freezing temperatures, and the only way to get a little warm was to light the fire in our hut and outside as soon as we woke up when it was still pitch black out.
We could not feel our feet, hands, noses and ears, but yet we stayed outside standing still - the view was magical. Our fire sent a line of smoke up in the air, the fog took over everything around us, and we stood there in a cloud of white and billions of little water drops which made our faces wet and skin ice cold.
Over the next couple of hours, the mist cleared, the sun rose and the heat from the fire became the most adored thing in the world. We warmed up, prepared breakfast and sat down to make our campfire breakfast of toast, sausages, bacon and pancakes.
The only proper way to share that magic misty winter morning, to transfer all the fog, the fire, the cosiness and the warm fuzzy feelings to a screen, was to capture it in a little film. This is how we want to share our stay in the fields with you - this is how we want you to feel about our magic morning.