The plague flag has been flying from the gate of the croft for the last 10 days and we’ve been confined to the house by the weather and self-imposed quarantine. The winter solstice supper was cancelled along with the Christmas Eve lunch with friends. The croft kitchen has been eerily quiet, just the bubbling of nourishing soups accompanied by sneezing and hacking coughs. So there has not been a great deal of festive spirit around.
After another sleepless night, I wearily dragged my aching bones from under the duvet and made my way to the kitchen to make the morning tea. As I waited for the kettle to boil, I sleepily looked out of the window and there it was – an enormously full moon suspended just above the waves. The ripples of the waves were etched with silver and the face of Caillech was partially obscured in diaphanous wisps of cerulean cloud. I was mesmerised by the moonlight and, although I usually do not need to be reminded, remembered that our planet is beautiful and that I am fortunate to be able to lookout of my window and be inspired by the landscape.
May your Christmas, New Year and Mid-winter celebrations be filled with magic.