Brrr…it’s cold out there! Through trees dancing on the village green, I’m watching people muffled in hats and scarves, leaning against the wind as they walk their dogs up the church field to the hill of the ancient castle site. It’s said one of those frivolously-named storms is on the way, though ironically the sky is as blue as it ever was in summer, but steely, like the flashing edge of Gandalf’s sword. I’ve
