Winterval is what Birmingham City Council called the holiday in December some years ago, intending to offend no-one but merely getting laughed off the face of the earth. Not quite as much as when they sent out literature with picture of Birmingham Alabama instead of this one: they claimed it was 'generic skyline' but it was just too much to have been by chance. Whatever you want to call this holiday (I used to call it Modresnacht, but that's now too close to the bone), have a good one.
I've prepared as only I know how, by going for a sauna. I now have skin like a baby's bum, & more than that I'm not saying.
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Do you see the cobbles on the streets? Everywhere you look, stone & rock. Can you imagine what it feels like to reach down with your bones & feel the living stones? The city is built on itself, all the cities that came before. Can you imagine how it feels to lie down on an ancient flagstone & feel the power of the rock buoying you up against the tug of the world? And that's where witchcraft begins. The stones have life, & I'm part of it. - adapted from Terry Pratchett
Sunday, December 23, 2012
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