‘I was determined to glitter’: How I spent New Year’s Eve...

Poet and artist Frieda Hughes talks about diving headlong into the new year, full of promise (and sequins)...

‘The gibbous moon hung like a dish’ (Frieda Hughes)

The year ended like a speeding sled meeting a wall of snowdrift

In soft suddenness at the bottom of a steep hill; time had sped by so fast

I felt I’d lived three years in one, because everything I’d been working on