New Years Eve stood by the North Sea. That’s a dictionary definition for the word, FROZEN….

My poor old iPhone was really struggling in the darkness.

When we saw the wonderful Kate Rusby in concert, she told the story of a Cornish Village tradition. Where the Village would meet on New Years Eve on the beach. Meet whatever the weather. They would gather around a beach fire. Spend the night chatting, remembering, dreaming, singing, drinking, eating until the Sun comes up. With the first rays of light, silence falls. It’s as if the tide takes the old year away and brings in the new one.

I love that idea.

36 thoughts on “Eve Tides

  1. That is a beautiful image you and Kate painted with words, Gary. That’s the promise of the new year, out with the old and in with the new year. Gentle, reassuring waves. Wishing you and Hawklad a wonderful year ahead!

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