Antlered

Today’s unplanned wander on Ilkley Moor took me up and along the fierce white water of Backstone Beck.

And there I fell under the gaze of an antlered deity, carved into stone.

Perhaps Cernunnos? Or Herne the Hunter? Or the Wiccan Horned God?

And now, in the rain lashed dark, I’m wondering what they might be up to this Nos Galan Gaeaf, this Samhain, this Hallowe’en.

Sleep tight.