Creative Hibernation
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It’s probably too late to say Happy New Year, but I’m going to say it anyway. Happy New Year, wherever you are.
If you’re in the UK, I hope you’ve managed to stay warm during the cold snap, as Arctic airflows blanketed the country in snow and frost. I don’t know about you, but recent headlines have stirred feelings of fear and uncertainty as the worlds of politics, social media, and tech billionaires collide.
In moments like these, I try to turn to what I know to be real. Simple, tangible things—beyond the reach of algorithms and pixels.
Glistening frost. Warm breath on cold air. Crisp, frozen leaves.



A cold, frosty morning in the veg patch. Photography by Alex Sedgmond.
As always, the veg patch has been a place of refuge, as my growing season comes to an end. The garlic is in the ground. The beds have been covered. The last of the chard has been harvested.
This feels especially fitting, as I find myself on the cusp of a period of creative hibernation—ready to nurture the seeds of a few projects that have been lying dormant for some time.



Gathering seeds to plant next Spring. Photos by Alex Sedgmond.
Creative hibernation (noun)
1. A period of intentional withdrawal by a creative individual to focus deeply on developing ideas or projects, free from external distractions, demands, or societal “noise.”
2. A temporary retreat from creative output to allow for reflection, inspiration, the renewal of creative energy, or the refinement of one's artistic vision.





Harvesting runner beans, Dad’s favourite. We handed out packets of these seeds to guests at Dad’s funeral. Photos by Alex Sedgmond.
An Ode to the Earthworm
Creative hibernation often brings to mind the image of someone quietly crafting their work—a writer, musician, artist, or thought leader—their ideas born from moments of stillness, reflection, and solitude.
Lately, however, I’ve found inspiration in a more unexpected figure: the humble earthworm.
Away from the limelight of praise and blame, fame and fortune, they continue the good work—with no need for recognition.



Planting garlic. One of the few crops I grow over the Winter. Photos by Alex Sedgmond.
Winter Earthworm (a poem)
Topsoil turns to stone—
As Winter frost sets in.
Deep beneath the stillness,
The humble earthworm continues
Its all-important work,
Weaving dirt with patience and care.




Harvesting rainbow chard, as the last vibrant colours disappear from the ground. Photos by Alex Sedgmond.
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