We all long for snow but we are teased with short flurries and Jack Frost turning the mornings white for a while. The wetter ditches and icy puddles are always welcome for exploring things we rarely get to in every day life.

As well as drawing us out on to the land for new adventures the weather brings us in to the fireside for crafting and cooking and telling stories. I think we might love those days more, we feel like the ancestors at traditional ceilidhs, folk bringing what they want to share – a story, a song, food, dance.

Our soup is getting tastier and why do baked potatoes and bread and honey taste better outside?

Our games are getting more creative too – we were curious to see Big Foot in our midst just before the Winter Solstice

We haven’t forgotten the others we share the woods with and have enjoyed making habitat piles for the colder days.