Saturday, 23 June 2012


Old friends gathered by our fire for midwinter's night. Kindling and candles and laughter kept the cold at our door as we drank warm mulled wine and spiced apple cider, toasted homemade marshmallows and feasted on roasted lamb, a rainbow of root vegetables, curries, warm flatbreads and pudding. Most nights this week we have sat shivering despite the fire. For the solstice our house felt positively toasty. I think it was the company - the warmth of so many bodies and some enthusiastic wood chopping as we waited for our guests to arrive. There was birthday cake for our two midwinter boys and more candles for Quinn (and his best friend) to blow out. And when we waved goodbye and the coals in the hearth grew dim we took heart that from here on in the days will grow longer. But for that longest of nights the light of home and hearth shone bright. We took the children walking beneath the dripping Karris, our candle lanterns swinging a merry arc through the night. As we climbed back up the hill towards home, our cheeks bright with the cold and our breath fogging in the darkness, the house shone down at us like a beacon. Walking back into the warm air scented with sugar and spice and good things to eat felt like a hug from a friend.


  1. Sounds like a perfect way to spend the Solstice. Great friends, great food and toasted marshmellows.
    It's been incredibly cold her in the South as well.
    Keep warm and enjoy the rest of your weekend. :)

  2. I can just picture this. Your words are so lovely. xx


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