A winter cycle concerned with cold places, lingering presences and the quiet weight of the past. Stories and reflections shaped by darkness, stillness and what refuses to rest.
Winter is the season when the old ghosts stir. The cold settles into our bones, the nights stretch long and the past whispers. Of all my stories, Cribbins is possibly the one most tangled with whispers of buried trauma, unspoken truths and the unsettling ways the past can seep back into the present. At its core, Cribbins asks one … Continue reading Cribbins: Unravelling the Darkness…
Love it or hate it, this time of year strips everything back to its stark white bones and asks quietly: What ghosts are you carrying into the new year? Not literal ones (though those too, if you have them), but the emotional echoes we each drag behind us. All the unfinished stories and old fears and … Continue reading The Spirits of the New Year…
There’s something winter does to old buildings. It doesn’t animate them so much as reveal them. The cold sharpens edges. Silence behaves differently. History feels closer to the surface, like bone beneath thinning skin. Last weekend, during an off-roading adventure in the Lake District, I stayed in two pubs that have been standing for centuries, … Continue reading The Queen’s Head & The Mortal Man…
January’s full moon rises with its teeth bared tonight. It’s called the Wolf Moon. Once upon a time when wolves prowled the woodlands of the UK, their howls threaded through frozen air during the deep winter months. Not as omens of evil, but as signals of endurance, hunger, survival and community. The Wolf Moon comes … Continue reading The Wolf Moon…
Yes, that’s right. My husband and I just got back from camping in Northumberland. This fact alone raised eyebrows. Who chooses to camp in the dead hinge of winter, when the year is barely holding itself together and the ground feels inhospitable by design? As it turns out, plenty of people do. And why not? What … Continue reading Christmas Camping…
Christmas Eve is a night of two worlds. One is all laughter and twinkling lights, families gathering in warm kitchens, their gift-wrapped parcels waiting beneath decorated trees. The other is older and quieter, and as dark as the longest night. Once upon a time, this was the night for ghost stories. Gentle ones, that is. … Continue reading Midwinter Ghosts…
Are you ready for the longest night of the year? For centuries, this day has been acknowledged and celebrated. Fires and candles were lit, people gathered together, and stories were told low and close. Not in a bid to banish the dark, but to sit with it. To acknowledge that darkness is not the enemy … Continue reading Winter Solstice…
December always feels like the soft closing of a chapter. The nights stretch long, the cold settles in and beyond glittering fairy lights and colourful baubles, the world takes on a hush that feels almost sacred. So as 2025 draws to a close, it feels like the right time to pause, reflect and celebrate all … Continue reading Ghosts of the Past…
Whatever you believe in, you can’t deny there’s a certain magic to December. Celebrating the winter solstice and the return of the sun feels fundamental, almost instinctive. We gather, look toward the light, and remind ourselves that warmth and renewal will come again. It’s hope in its oldest form. Age-old traditions passed down through generations mean we … Continue reading Yuletide Cheers…
It’s December already. The nights are wicked long, the air has bitey teeth and the countdown to Christmas has begun. But beneath all the noise and glitter, the veil is thinning. This is the season of quiet ghost stories. Forget New Year’s resolutions. They never stick (and are rarely inspiring). However, what I’m going to commit to is … Continue reading The Ghosts of Winter…
R. H. DIXON 