The Light in the Dark: A Winter Journal

The Light in the Dark: A Winter Journal
eBook ISBN: 9781783964055

“Magical, moving and deeply atmospheric” – Patrick Barkham


As November stubs out the glow of autumn and the days tighten into shorter hours, winter’s occupation begins. Preparing for winter has its own rhythms, as old as our exchanges with the land. Of all the seasons, it draws us together. But winter can be tough. 

It is a time of introspection, of looking inwards. Seasonal sadness; winter blues; depression – such feelings are widespread in the darker months. But by looking outwards, by being in and observing nature, we can appreciate its rhythms. Mountains make sense in any weather. The voices of a wood always speak consolation. A brush of frost; subtle colours; days as bright as a magpie’s cackle. We can learn to see and celebrate winter in all its shadows and lights.

In this moving and lyrical evocation of a British winter and the feelings it inspires, Horatio Clare raises a torch against the darkness, illuminating the blackest corners of the season, and delving into memory and myth to explore the powerful hold that winter has on us. By learning to see, we can find the magic, the light that burns bright at the heart of winter: spring will come again.


“Magical, moving and deeply atmospheric – this is a hymn to nature, to the north and to the hardest of seasons” – Patrick Barkham

“A treasure of a book, wonderfully attentive in outlook and generous in spirit” – Amy Liptrot

“Enchanting” – Emma Mitchell

“Cosy as a log fire, bracing as a moorland squall … a potential life-saver for those of us who – like Clare himself – are wont to enter a state of low morale come November … When the mercury plummets, forget hygge, save on scented candles, and read this instead” – Caroline Sanderson, The Bookseller

This sensuous evocation of winter darkness is a startlingly honest escape from seasonal depression. Horatio Clare beams through his own despair by exposing the intimacy of family love in the fiercely shafting light of his glittering prose. - John Lister-Kaye