Yesterday we went for a beautiful sunset kissed walk round John O Gaunt’s Castle, near Harrogate with some friends of ours and their Polish Mountain Dog. An unseasonably mild afternoon where the reservoir was like glass and the golden light of the first day of winter clock’s sunset was incredible.
It’s now Halloween. All Hallows Eve. Hallow be the word I’ve just looked up in a dictionary;
A day shrouded in mystery, and tradition. Trick or Treat? Pumpkin lanterns (it was turnips in my day – pumpkins were fictional) and dressing up to look scary. Vampires, witches, ghouls and ghosts. Stuff of folklore, stuff of nightmares. Stuff to make kids behave or the mosters will get you.
I quite like the reference that it’s the last day of Autumn, the last day of the warmer months with flip flops, and the onset of the antitheses, with gloves. It’s and a chronological bookmark reminder to get ready for the onset of winter. The going back of the clocks adds to the foreboding – I for one have to drive for around 50 minutes in the dark every day now until the clocks go forward. Not looking forward to this, but, I’ll get used to it. Again, then the advent of spring will see all the more sweeter.