Winter is now upon you. The summer has been kind to you, she has seen you languishing on white sandy beaches, she watched as you sipped on scrumptious Pimm’s in a sun kissed pub garden, and she saw you counting, with delight, a new cluster of freckles that seemed to appear on your face ever day. Every night you slipped in between your crisp white sheets and thought of the morrow, happy in the knowledge that floaty skirts or linin shirts would be the order of the day.
This summer ecstasy however, soon dissolves into the anxious realisation that these blissful days are numbered, and that winter is coming. Winter is a funny ol’ time of year. You approach the encroaching winter season with the same dread of seeing an ex boyfriend. You spend the summer months dreading it, thinking only of his drizzle and darkness, of his cold days and sub-zero nights, and of how he made you shiver at the thought of stepping outside into his cold embrace. But as with all things that we dread, when that meeting finally arrives we suddenly realise how much we once loved winter. Burning fire hearths that warm out cockles, Christmas cheer, mulled wine and electrifying storms.
Winter maybe the twilight of the year, but it is also the dawn of a new and exciting chapter of our annum.
So let us celebrate this wondrous and magical season and indulge in the warmth of the pages of a good book: