The Weekly Photo challenge theme this week is Joy.
For me, the things that bring me joy are the things that really make me feel alive, that keep me connected to the natural world around me; often the experiences you only get by getting outdoors and leaving the city behind, finding a wild place and all that it offers.
Under the dome, The Eden Project
Draken at Dawn, Haugesund
These are some of the things that I’ve captured on instagram over this year that have made me feel joyful. If I have any resolutions for next year, it’s to get out and do more with my time, enjoy the little things, and make better connections with the people around me.
Have a happy Hogmanay, and I wish you all the best for 2014. May your year be filled with travels, adventures and joy.
In April 2010 there was only one place that people in Northern Europe were talking about. Or attempting to talk about, as the Icelandic pronunciation of Eyjafjallajökull proved too difficult for all but the most practiced of linguists. Ash from the eruption rose into the atmosphere and entered the jet stream, leading to the cancellation of air traffic across a large part of Europe. Ash falls were recorded in parts of Scotland, Ireland, Norway and the Faeroe Islands.
When I visited in spring 2012, there wasn’t any sign of the eruption remaining around the farms of Eyjafjöll, at the foot of the mountains. However, inland from the Hringvegur (Ring Road) on the Fimmvörðuháls mountain pass two new volcanic fissures opened up, each about 0.5km long. The craters were named Magni and Móði, after the sons of Thor, the Norse god of thunder, who gives his name to the mountain ridge of Thórsmörk to the north.
I’m writing this from the half-way stop on our epic trek home to my parents house for the Christmas holiday. In the morning we’ll have to drive north for another four hours or so, depending on the wind and snow, and whether roads stay open.
Before we all get overwhelmed by Christmas celebrations, I have to mention a fantastic festival I discovered that takes place every 23rd of December, in Oaxaca City, Mexico. Tonight is the Night of the Radishes, Noche de Rábanos, (not the title of a low budget horror film) a festival which attracts thousands of people each year, often spilling over onto Christmas eve and Christmas day.
Celebrations often include a float parade, street parties, firework displays and musical performances. The centrepiece of the event is an exhibition of sculptures crafted from specially-grown radishes.
You might be forgiven for thinking that a radish is far too tiny to carve, but these giants are left in the ground for months after the harvest, continuing to grow until they reach sizes of up to half a metre long and up to 3kg in weight, contorted into weird and wonderful shapes. Sculptors carve the vegetables into human figures, nativity scenes, dioramas of folktales, and scale models of real buildings and compete for a grand prize worth thousands of Pesos
There’s less than 3 days left to Christmas, I hope you’ve got the brussel sprouts on to boil. No? Never mind, leave it a day or so and you can get them started for next year, so the old festive joke about soggy, bitter sprouts goes.
But love them or loathe them, are brussel sprouts really an essential part of a Christmas dinner? Or are they punishment for being naughty over the rest of the year? I’m a definite believer in the latter, so tonight’s post is all about some tasty alternatives from around the world; things that I’d much rather see served up on the table than soggy sprouts and dry, bland turkey, followed by stodgy Christmas pudding with sickly-sweet brandy sauce. Continue reading →
Today is the darkest day of the year in the Northern hemisphere; the winter solstice. Also known as the longest night or the shortest day, this is the day on which the sun has its lowest daily maximum elevation in the sky, the point where the sun stands still (solstice is derived from the Latin sol, sun, and sistere, to stand still). From tomorrow morning we’ll start to see the gradual lengthening of days and shortening of nights, a reversal of the pattern seen up until now.
This seasonal pattern of decline, death, rebirth and growth was extremely important to ancient peoples and midwinter was an important turning point in the year; a time for family gatherings, celebration and feasting, often with fires or candles lit during the hours of darkness. Many of these ancient rituals inspired and informed the familiar traditions surrounding Christmas and other winter festivals celebrated today.
The movements of the sun are traced in a number of ancient buildings and structures around the world. Here are 5 of the most well-known places to observe the winter solstice.
5. Karnak temple complex, Luxor, Egypt. On the solstice, the sun rises between the uprights of the gate of Nectanebo, illuminating the sanctuary of Amoun-Re and the obelisk of Hatchepsut.
4. Mnajdra temple complex, Malta. One of the most ancient known religious sites on Earth, the lowest temple at Mnajdra is aligned so that light from sunrises at the vernal and autumnal equinoxes passes through the main doorway and along the main axis of the site. On the solstices sunlight illuminates the megaliths at either side of the doorway.
3. Maeshowe, Orkney, Scotland. At more than 5000 years old, the Maeshowe chambered cairn is at the heart of the UNESCO World Heritage Site covering several neolithic sites on the mainland of Orkney. An image of the rising sun is projected on to the back wall of the tomb.
2. Newgrange (Brú na Bóinne), County Meath, Ireland. Visitors to the prehistoric tomb at Newgrange can apply to a lottery for tickets to witness the solstice sunrise as it illuminates the inside of the chamber. More than 25,000 people apply each year, but only 10 tickets are allocated.
1. Stonehenge, Wiltshire, England. Despite heavy rain last night, more than 3,500 people are reported to have gathered at Stonehenge to watch the sunrise this morning.
I started this series of posts after reading about a Santa Claus-like figure found in Tajikistan, and discovered that the tradition of mysterious Christmas visitors is quite widespread. Some are animals, most bring gifts, but some are just out to cause trouble. For instance, tonight homes in Iceland are due to be visited by Bjúgnakrækir, the Sausage Swiper, who hides in the rafters of homes and steals sausages hung for smoking over the next 13 nights.
Bjúgnakrækir is one of the 13 Icelandic Yule Lads (jólasveinarnir), who leave their rocky mountain home from the 13th of December and creep down into the towns and villages. Each night a new lad arrives, playing pranks and causing trouble for homeowners, until they return to the mountains. Icelandic children put a shoe on their bedroom window-ledge for each of the 13days leading up to Christmas day, hoping for a treat. Depending on their behaviour through the year, they might be rewarded with sweets and cakes or tricked with a rotten potato.
Apparently the Yule Lads were once a lot less benign, but they have been mellowed over the years to become harmless tricksters. Each Lad has his own distinctive character, inspired by the types of pranks he likes to play. The Sausage Swiper is my favourite, and there is also Hurðaskellir, the Door Slammer, who wakes people on 18th December with slamming doors and stomping feet, and Þvörusleikir, the Spoon Licker, who pinches food from mixing bowls.
Yesterday I baked my Christmas cake; a dark, rich cake full of rum-soaked dried fruits. A traditional type of cake. Today I poked a few holes in it, and fed it some more rum, then covered it in a thick layer of marzipan. Tomorrow I’ll ice and decorate it. I haven’t really considered decorating ideas yet, but it will not be a complicated design. I might have to browse through Pinterest for some inspiration first.
Making special cakes, pastries, cookies and breads is a Christmas tradition shared by many cultures. Well-known treats include panettone from Italy, lebkuchen and stollen from Germany, Yule logs (bûche de Noël) from France and St. Lucia buns from Sweden. But I’ve also discovered that Japan has it’s own version of a Christmas cake, using very different ingredients to the traditional fruit and spice flavours common in European baking.
Japanese Christmas cake (Kurisumasu keki) is a light vanilla flavoured sponge cake smothered in fresh, whipped cream and decorated with fresh strawberries. Traditionally these are bought and eaten on Christmas Eve. It sounds delicious, however for us here in the UK, strawberries and cream are flavours that will always be associated with the summer (in particular, watching the tennis at Wimbledon).
Christmas cake also has another meaning for the Japanese. The freshness of the cake’s ingredients means that they don’t keep very well, and are no good after the 25th. Leftover cakes are unwanted, and this analogy has often been applied to women that remain unmarried after their 25th birthday. Basically, the Japanese term “Christmas cake” means spinster or old maid!
I love reindeer. I’ve been to visit the reindeer herd that live on the Cairngorm plateau in Scotland, and I’ve seen some grazing in fields next to the Hringvegur (ring road) in the Eastfjords of Iceland. I’ve been to Finnish Lapland and watched families take rides in reindeer-drawn sleds, and seen the Sami round-up pens in Kautokeino and Karasjok.
Skiing on the empty fells above Båtsfjord a small herd of reindeer crossed over the crest of the hill to our front. They continued down towards us, the only sound in the still* air was the soft crunch of snow under their feet.
*A tenuous link to Ailsa’s weekly travel theme of still.
This summer I spent several weeks as a crew member onboard Draken Harald Hårfagre, a Viking longship, that is the largest ever built in modern times. You can read more about my adventures starting here, but now meet the crew that were the dragon tamers.
Jöel learning Norwegian
Testing safety equipment
Just hold this please…
Alexander and Alexander
Taking the tiller
Hiding from squalls in the head
Breakfast on board
Viking-style cookery class.
Hmmm, what now?
Karl-Emil demonstrates knots
Vicky the Viking
Gregors and Lars
Hendrik and his Hardangerfele
Nis, Carsten and Espen
At the end of a long day
Gunnvar, Tore and Kjetil
The crew members were a diverse group of people, from professional sailors who’d spent a lifetime at sea to others that had only been on one sailing holiday before, from some of the most experienced Viking ship crew to dingy sailors, rowers and kayakers. We came from all corners of the world, Scandianavia and Scotland, Estonia and England, New Zealand and the USA, France and Canada, Malta and Spain (and I’ve probably missed someone out… sorry!), speaking several languages between us (and only a few able to say døde røde rådne røgede ørreder).
The theme of the weekly photo challenge is community.