Old woods, old path |
December is ending mild, cloudy, and grey. The last brief snowfall thawed over a week ago. There’ll be more snow of course, perhaps soon. Scottish winters have always been erratic, the snow coming and going. Climate change is making this more so, with more abrupt changes, fiercer storms, and overall warmer temperatures.
There’s often little snow at this time of year anyway though.
Many years ago I walked right across the snowless Cairngorms from Glen Feshie
to Corgaff in December. This year the month has actually had more snow than in many
Decembers.
The path goes on, the woods go on |
I was pondering this time of year as I went on what is almost certainly my last walk of any length of the year. There are three days left but I doubt I’ll get out for more than a short stroll. I haven’t done much more than most of the month anyway due to illness, which I’m glad to say is passing. I just need to get fit again.
Whilst memories of past Decembers came to mind what I was really thinking about was the significance of this time, of the succession of Solstice, Xmas, and New Year. For me these form a whole with the first the most significant. It’s all about the return of the light, the return of the sun. That’s really what is celebrated. The New Year really begins at the Solstice. That's when the world turns.
Larches, birches, and juniper. |
That the big festivities take place after the Solstice makes sense. Confirmation that the light is growing, the darkness fading, is needed, the certainty that this is a process that will continue. The long cold nights will not last.
My walk led through birch woods, old and festooned with
lichen and moss, mysterious, peaceful. A faint old path threaded a way through
the trees. There was no wind, no bird song, no running water, just a deep
silence.
The Cromdale Hills |
Eventually I came out of the trees and could look across Strathspey to the Cromdale Hills, the summits trailing clouds. Further away thicker clouds blanketed the Cairngorms.
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