It’s the first of February and snowing for the first time in Bath, UK. Some people stay indoors, others build snowmen, I…well, I become a medieval character for two hours. Meet Anam Fiain, the fair lady of the woods.
Winters in my home town, Piatra-Neamt used to be laden with glorious snow. The forests would be witnesses to quiet footsteps in the morning mist. A bridge can have many meanings, but I believe this one connects the world of story with the real world.
The sheep have left their sheepfold in Calimani mountains for the winter. They will return in spring, when the grass is fresh with morning dew.
After Christmas, one december, a group of friends and I ventured out into the wild Hasmas mountains of Romania. We took an unknown path through the forest and reached the plateau close to Piatra Singuratica (The Lonely Rock). The overladen pine trees greeted us with beautiful snow.