EDITOR’S LETTER
There are those who say that a British winter is not to be taken lightly, and I understand why: the darkening days, the long nights, the ferocious storms that batter this island realm. But I have come to realise that the season brings its own joys: the chance to walk – or ride – along the silvery sands of a windswept beach, without the crowds of the summer months; the opportunity to gather friends and family together for a candlelit feast; the myriad pleasures of the solstice celebrations. For, whatever one’s faith, we all find ways to mark the turning of the year, and to seek meaning and magic in the darkness. My own rituals, which have developed over several decades, include bringing the outdoors in, with garlands of holly, ivy and…
