‘Padding back from a wintry bathroom’, a love poem for midwinter. You know that feeling of cold tiles under your feet, the landscape of sheets when you return, and that form, half-asleep, welcoming you. The warmth. And you realise, again, that you’re blessed, you’re not young, but you’re blessed. The film runs over the landscape of crumpled sheets, to another evocative music track by Ivan ‘Ogmios’ Owen. Oh, and the book’s out, from Cinnamon Press, maybe one for Valentine Day.