For the ancient Celts, Oiche Shamhna or Halloween marked the end of summer and this year it has without doubt ushered in winter.
My father knew the signs which accompanied the seasons and pointed to the weather ahead. When the curlews and lapwings left the nearby shore and sought refuge in the fields, bad weather was on its way.
As I grow older, I feel I am becoming more attuned with the seasons. Walking the countryside with a camera or a dog, I watch out for the signs of change - the lengthening shadows, the beam of light, the
new foliage or the dying leaf. I note when the tide is in and when the sun sets, not just for photo opportunities but because it's part of our landscape.
A sharp frost last night crystalized the fallen leaves and blades of grass. I hurried out to catch the
beauty of the ice crystals before the sun melted them before my eyes, seeking out the shaded ditch
and sheltered meadow.