Share a hobby you’ve picked up recently — what got you into it?
Essex, 1389. In a smoke-darkened cottage by the River Stour, an old cunning woman whose legs have failed her lights a single tallow candle each evening and writes down what comes to it. A lost young traveller from London stumbles in from the August dusk, trailing hedgerow burs and apologies. What passes between them over one quiet hour – a ledger of moths, a naming, a word that opens like a shutter – is small, tender, and unexpectedly funny. Two women. One candle. Thirty-and-seven names. A congregation. Come and sit in the dark with us, and see what comes to the light.
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