Christmas Fantasy

Christmas FantasyI thought I had set off in good time, but this was the shortest day of the year--four days before Christmas. I was in ancient Yorkshire, walking the coast north of Whitby. It was twilight before I had gone ten miles, and at Runswick Bay and Kettle-ness, I found it hard to see my feet. It was that uncertain time of day, just after a winter sunset, when the way is made visible by the pale sky showing in puddles on the muddy path.And then everything was black. I stumbled on through...