The February full moon fell on the coldest night of the year. The atmosphere in the woods was magical, the trees glowed silver and stars glittered in the clear, dark sky. The moon heavy, red and plump lighting our path to the circle deep in the depths of the trees. The fire took its time to warm us as we created our sacred space and enjoyed the energies of the moon Goddess and the playful woodland spirits.

After midnight the temperature dropped to minus six and by this time we were huddled round the fire drinking ‘Hecate’s brew’ made by Brocky and adding more and more wood to the flames.

As I was driving home I looked at the closed curtains of the houses on the way and felt sorry for those who hadn’t experienced a full moon night in the woods in winter…