It’s wild out there. Winds touched 70mph again overnight and this is Cambridgeshire. But there’s an even wilder world out there, just travel north a bit and that doesn’t just mean Scotland. A bit further than that, south and very far north of the Arctic circle where the polar bears nestle in their ice caves and beneath the ice the salmon feed in the abundant waters of the north Atlantic. Ocean tides swirl around the granite outcrops of the Faroes, Greenland, the Barents Sea. That’s where the salmon feed, the ones that didn’t return to their rivers of birth this time. And those that did? Many hold station still under the river ice, some perhaps yet to spawn, their genes passed on in a mound of eggs in the gravel amid turbulent winter currents.
Some of these in turn even were caught by rods. And returned and went on to spawn. Now there’s a thought.
And in the world of men – as Tolkein put it – we go about our business complaining if a wheelie bin gets knocked over by the January storms. But of course it has been much worse than that with human life itself put at risk and indeed with lives lost to the full force of the gale.
Yes it’s wild out there and it does make you feel alive: Happy New Year … Brave New Year.