Merry Festival, Mr Black
The nights drew in. A thick hoar frost became a regular morning caller, tracing icy fingers across paths and grasses, turning bared trees into glistening monoliths. Birdsong was muted and discordant; the more tuneful avian visitors had fled to warmer climes for the winter. The air was grey and biting, and all traces of colour were erased from the cold, hard earth.
-The Home Front, Volume I of The Automata Wars.
- Almost all businesses in this country being closed, so we get some time off (sorry, doctors, nurses, firefighters, police and others who have to work. Pub landlords - it's your own choice!)
- Lots of films on telly
- Visiting friends and rellies you haven't seen for a while, and them having gluhwein.
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There's more - in that there's now a video of a new short story I wrote for and read at Southcart Books Festive Fantasy event on 13th December. With thanks to Craig 'Beasty' Beas and Steven C. Davis for filming, may I present for your delectation the seasonal short 'The Wolves of Winter'.
If you've had enough of mince pies and the Queen's speech, join us live on the facebook event for each show:
Xmas day (8pm UK time)
New Year's Day (8pm UK time)