It's the day after the winter solstice. We've just had the shortest, darkest day of the year, and made it through the longest night. I don't follow any particular spiritual path - I'm one of those annoyingly open-minded people who just thinks that everyone should be nice to each other, and if they have a... Continue Reading →
The Dark Monk, Bradwell Abbey
There's a storm raging today. The wind had kept me awake through most of the night, a howling around the house punctuated by violent rattles of heavy rain thrown at the windows front and back, as if the storm was deliberately attacking from every angle. He's one of those named storms we seem to be... Continue Reading →