There comes a point every October when you can feel the year beginning to turn. The evenings close in. The last light slips off the mountains. Mist settles along the old roads, and the forests grow darker earlier than you’d like.
It’s the time of Samhain. The threshold between one season and the next. A time for gathering, for stories for keeping the fire lit and the door open as the year turns towards winter and this year, there’s a way into it.
Halloween in The Garden of Ireland…
COMING UP…