The Wild Hunt rides no more...

So, Yule 2015 has been enjoyed and packed away into memory in the form of new gifts, fond memories and overtaxed credit cards. This year was particularly good as my parents came over from Lincolnshire to stay at ours.

We had a great time with both sets of in-laws getting on famously. Inordinate amounts of food and booze were consumed. Much revelry. Essentially, the quintessential Heathen Yule (capitalised for emphasis).

Now that and our birthdays are passed (my wife's birthday is also in January, four days after mine, I return to my studies (online and otherwise) relating to my heathen spiritual path. While I have been on this path for some time (well over a decade officially, but all my life without having a name for it), I don't kid myself that there aren't more things I have yet to learn.

Back to the motherland

This weekend has been spent reconnecting with the Johnson, Malkinson & Connolly sides of the family back in Lincolnshire.  As well as my parents, we visited the new home of my sister an her family.  Today, we have my aunty & uncle over.

Sunday lunch will be consumed with the gusto I reserve for my Mam's cooking.

Then, a three hour drive home.