Callanish II by Rachel Bibby
A wise man once said “a Lewis winter’s like being on a submarine.”
Hang in there, it’s all up from here on in.
To light a fire is the instinctive and resistant act of men when, at the winter ingress, the curfew is sounded throughout nature. It indicates a spontaneous, Promethean rebelliousness against the fiat that this recurrent season shall bring foul times, cold darkness, misery and death. Black chaos comes, and the fettered gods of the earth say, ‘Let there be light.’ – Thomas Hardy, Return of the Native