So here we are – another year. Another one. Couldn’t we have stuck with the old one for just a smidge longer?*
There’s nothing like replacing the calendar that hangs on your kitchen wall to bring on a reflective mood. When I was younger, I struggled with all sorts of “Another-year-and-I-STILL-haven’t…” angsty thoughts at roughly 11.59pm every 31st December, no matter how much fun the NYE party. Now that I’m 46 (ouch) and various life stuff has taken shape – even if that shape is a dodecacrazypolyhedron – I’m a bit more shruggy about the whole thing… with a healthy dose of “Another-year-and-I-can-STILL-read-larger-sized-text-without-my-glasses-on:-GO-ME!” thinking.
Anyway, I hope that 2019 brings you – and the world – an increase in goodness. Also, yarn.
It’s been a relaxed festive season here at Twisted Towers, seeing family and also friends such as Silvina. And on the very last day of 2018, we triggered the reflective mood still further by visiting Stonehenge. There’s nothing like seeing a millennia-old sacred site to drag your mind away from “What colour socks should I wear tomorrow?” to slightly more… profound matters.
In case you’re reading this from some far-flung land and thinking ‘Huh?‘, Stonehenge is a 4500-year-old sacred ring of standing stones in Wiltshire, about an hour’s drive south west from our Oxfordshire home.
These stones? They’re four metres tall, and the large ones weigh 25 tons. Somehow, they were hewn from rock, dragged across the land, and plonked on top of each other with sacred symmetry – and all before the concept of the wheel, let alone the JCB digger, had come about. Not bad, huh?
The stones are – or rather, were – aligned so that twice a year, at the summer and winter solstices, the light is perfectly framed by key stones. And on the 21st December, the Stoic Spouse showed me our very own marker of the winter solstice, at home! I’m not entirely sure it was constructed deliberately, and I can’t show you a photo because I was too busy laughing to be able to take one. BUT at the winter solstice, if you look down the plughole of our kitchen sink – I’m not even joking – you’ll see a strange bright glow. I didn’t believe him at first, but then I looked, and he was right. Because then, as the sun’s light is at its lowest angle for the whole year, it just about manages to sneak in through the back door, across the room-next-to-the-kitchen, into the kitchen, under the kitchen table, and into the gap between cupboards where the trays are kept. And whilst it’s there, it LIGHTS UP THE U-BEND OF THE KITCHEN SINK, with a glorious golden glow that can be seen as you peer down the plughole from above. So that, my friend, is our little Stonehenge-at-home. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before our kitchen plumbing will, just like Stonehenge, be designated a World Heritage Site.
Meanwhile, the knitting on my stonking great big picture is continuing.
I can’t wait to show you the finished thing. But in the meantime, happy new year, my friends! I hope it’s a good’un.
* Yeah, I know that 2018 hasn’t been great for lots of people (including friends of mine) for both world-craziness and personal reasons.