It’s the first day after Winter Solstice. Let’s hope life will be more positive with the lengthening days – it’ll definitely be brighter.

After much rain and the need for fresh air, we went for a short drive yesterday afternoon to the Hurlers on Bodmin Moor, close to the village of Minions. The ancient stone circles dating back to the Bronze Age looked dramatic but welcoming, and even in wet weather, the granite’s colours glistened as the mist swirled around.

Tradition tells that they were men turned to stone for playing hurling on the Sabbath.

Puddles around them reflected their shapes until we left at twilight. Even if soaking wet, I felt invigorated and free, although I would have preferred it if the skies were clear enough to see the sun disappearing down over the countryside, but was happy all the same.

Until next time.
Sue. X