Twelfth Night

Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.

Sigh …

Drama Queen!

… until it’s our turn again!

Twelfth Night – our Christmastide is done.

Traditionally the wildest night of the season – but we’ve already strutted ourselves out.

If you’re wassailing, partying or just having a quiet night after a hard day – enjoy.

And remember, what a great Montol it was – we all did good – didn’t we?

We’ll be a bit quieter here for a while but in the background we’re reviewing and assessing, madly planning, writing and developing ideas – roll on Montol 26.

In a sometimes dark and scary world, all of us, on purpose or not, are trying to preserve and defend, promote and nurture the things we believe in – we believe we need – we believe bring us together and make us strong.

Hold fast – and let’s hold each other tight.

Carry the fire.