It’s the darkest night of the year. It’s also cold outside. The harvest is well and truly over and in times of old, you were living off of whatever you were able to store up in your larders and your root cellars. You are huddled in your home, hoping that you have laid in enough wood to keep the fire stoked so that you can stay warm.

On the night of the Solstice, it’s far enough into the winter that there’s no turning…