Time slip

We're in the limbo time of the year. The combination of short days and no requirement to do anything at any particular time of day or night is one that leeds to the slippage of time. Everything has shunted. The lines have blurred the sleep pattern confused, feeding times merge and we are in a state of suspension.

It's that bit of the year when our slingshot round the sun reaches its furthest point and we start to swing back. One of the huge advantages of living this far north is that although we get the longest, darkest nights for a few weeks we don't get those extended weeks of little difference suffered by those in the south of Scotland. Instead we get an obvious change in the length of day very quickly after the solstice.

A difference made even more dramatic when you spend a week or so in festive limbo. Which I guess is the whole point.