There is no better time than the lull between Xmas and New Year. It’s a stolen time before resolutions kick in and when nobody expects real work to be done. It has snowed a little in Nidderdale, and for two days the snow has been almost melting, then freezing. It makes for an uncomfortable toboggan, especially when you’re acting as a human cushion for a toddler. Each time we readied for the off, the sheep in my field huddled around, convinced the sled was about to be filled with food.
Plans for NiddFest 2015 are moving forward. The programme is taking shape, more funding options are being explored and the core team is growing. I’m crossing fingers that we’ll get most of our target speakers. Having done this sort of thing for years in a former career, nothing is going to be completely straightforward, but we’ve had warm responses and I hope we can beg, borrow and bribe as many of our country’s leading writers to come to our dale. We’ll aim to unveil the full programme in a couple of months.
For the next few days of this stolen time, I’ll be working on NiddFest early mornings and nights and enjoying the snow and sunshine by day. There’s pruning and burning and mince pies to be done. Every moment until midnight on the 31st feels like a gift. The best time of year.