Time to catch up on what's been happening this past month, and see what's coming up. Hey Reader. Calan Gaeaf has come round again, bringing the first true day of winter in the Welsh year. The hedgerows are bare enough now that the blackthorn shows its bones, and the evenings close in so early that the lamps are lit before supper has even been thought of. Last night the old stories walked abroad, with the Hwch Ddu Gwta snuffling at the heels of whoever lingered last on the lane; this morning...

Hey Reader. As the trees strip themselves bare and the shadows stretch long across the frost-bitten ground, a heavy, quiet stillness settles over the landscape. This time of year has always felt profoundly different to me—it's a season of hard thresholds, of turning inward, and of closing the gates as the light fades away. In Wales, this sharp descent into the dark half of the year brings us Nos Calan Gaeaf, the winter calends. It got me thinking about the boundaries we build to keep...

Time to catch up on what's been happening this past month, and see what's coming up. Hey Reader. October has properly arrived here. The mornings are cold enough to see your breath, the leaves are coming down in wet heaps along the lanes, and I've seen the smoke from my neighbour's chimneys as they light the first fires of the season. It's the month I find myself most settled in, with the clocks about to change, the evenings pulling in, and a good excuse to stay home with a pot of tea and a...