For the last three days Zyphrus has roared and the horses of Poisedon have reared over the reef as the tempest raged………… A full-blown North Atlantic gale is best described as a tempest stirred by the wrath of the gods. On the headland the storm force winds have a deep bass roar and as the … More “Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,”
Like languid trapeze artistes the gulls trace celestial arcs as a dying sun tints the clouds with ashes of roses. Effervescent spray breaks over the whale-backed reef as a clowning troupe of ravens tumble earthward Icarian feathers black as the cold fingers of night.
Whether your Christmas is bah humbug! or a childish delight in lighting the advent candles and eating mince pies, it is almost the night before the night before “when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse“. Christmas or the mid-winter festival is a celebration for the 21st century offering the consumer … More From Magi to Mummers and Wassailing to Wenceslas
More adventures in the croft Advent kitchen Will the Master Baker come to the rescue? After a course of counselling and esteem building I was ready to open the Advent kitchen again and continue my exploration of Scandinavian Christmas baking. This time I vowed to follow the recipe precisely, and accurately measure and weigh all the ingredients. However, I decided … More From Kringle Wreath to Bread Pudding
The aroma in the Advent croft kitchen is delicious and augurs Christmas treats. There are enough spices to fill a potentate’s bazaar, jars of dried fruit and dark sugars, bundles of cinnamon sticks and piles of gleaming Satsumas and lemons. The Christmas cake is slumbering in a miasma of brandy in the cupboard with the … More The Revenge of the Gingerbread Men