The Nights Draw In

Now that the season is almost upon us I sing a hymn of praise to the paraphernalia of winter The woollen thinsulate gloves and my University of St. Andrews scarf The thick Welsh quilted blanket that came from my grandmother's house after she died Gortex boots that will keep even Gower rain away from my delicate toes Waterproof trousers that are perfect for explorations into the hinterland The fleece-like hat I bought in Scotland because ten per cent of body heat is lost through the head The thermal socks meant for a hiking weekend that got cancelled and never happened The umbrella left by my old flatmate who couldn't be bothered carrying it home to Germany The jumpers I have acquired over the years from many places; my favourite is green and made of cotton The waterproof jacket from Buxton market that cost a tenner and says 'London Borough of Redbridge Car Park Attendant' As I rediscover these things in anticipation of the cold It is impossible not to give thanks of some kind