Beltane is here when Spring has begun to bloom and the weather starts to warm a little and we lift our heads from winter as nature ushers in new life.

Beltane arrives like a promise long forgotten, once again emerging fully formed, while we were standing, shivering, checking our watches at the wrong end of the station. The whistle blows, signalling remnants of winter departing, a fresh train pulling in. Our heads turn at the sound, our eyes fall upon you stepping off the train with your suitcase, determined, whole, arrived. 

C o p y r i g h t © 2025 Kate Fox Robinson

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