The woods in winter – a lino cut Christmas card

There's a frost in the air. Against the black of the midnight sky, snowflakes begin to fall. Deep in the woods, a badger emerges from his sett, dug deep into the roots of the old, gnarled trees. He pauses  . . . the snowflakes tumble . . . he senses the cold, the frost, the…

The turning of weathervanes

Last night the wind raced over the rooftops, growled along the gutters and tore through the trees.  Snug in my bed I dreamt of weathervanes.  Moved by an invisible force, they changed direction, pointing first this way, now that.  Heralds of high winds, portents of down pours, forerunners of fair weather, they turned as the…

Everyone’s favourite saint

Today is St Nicholas’s Day, and in many countries across Europe it will be celebrated with the giving of small, surprise gifts. During advent in Salzburg, St Nicholas appears on the streets and is a welcome presence when the marauding krampus creatures are around.  On 6 December he can be seen taming them outside the…