Many were the traditions in the days of my youth! The best of them being me as a ten-year old banging the front door letter-box in time with the ships hooting on the River Thames at Greenwich. Well……maybe not the best, but a significant memory nonetheless; it felt so daring. And all this was after the house had been thoroughly cleaned, curtains washed, ashes emptied from the fire and the hearth swept clean. Black bun (I don’t like it!) was consumed, along with a small glass of port and the windows were opened so that the Old Year could be let out and the New Year let in. These things must have deeply pagan roots!
So what happened in Dalamory last night? Was the house cleaned? – No, it can wait for another day. Were the curtains washed? – You must be joking. Was there any black bun? – Of course not; pay attention. Were the ashes emptied? – No, because there is no coal fire. As for the windows? – Well, I have to leave you guessing about something.
Happy New Year.