In his Autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth

Winter.

Oh well, its here, its muddy, windy grip upon our land.

The last golden splendour of the Beech Tree before it sheds its leaves.

The gentle squelch of the Trailraker as it drags its sorry way through the quagmire.

The long rainy dark evenings. Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

But without winter what would be our summer? Does absence not make the heart grow fonder? That first feeling of a warm sun in March and the snowdrops poking through makes you feel alive once more and the relief that its finally all behind you once again. Lets look to that day when nature once again looks to the sky and shouts "GO!"