Keeping a date with the oddest happenstances

‘ou hardly need me to remind you that today is the 2Ist of December.

- Karan Thapar

For us in the northern hemisphere, it is the shortest day of the year. Of course, if you live in Australia, New Zealand or South Africa, it is the longest. But those are just calendar details. The fact is I have always been fascinated by this date or bewitched and bewildered by it. For the truth is that the strangest things seem to happen on the winter solstice.

For instance, it was on the 2lst of December in 1972, when I was just 17, that I met my first witch. It was at the Christmas fair on Hampstead Heath, a sort of mini winter wonderland. Clutching a hot chocolate, I wandered into a little igloo-like cubicle marked “Occult Powers”. Sitting behind a small wooden desk, with a crystal ball in the middle of two conical shaped witches hats, was a man ina dark grey suit. He was in his 50s and quite out of place in this setting.

“T'm a warlock”, he said proffering his hand. “What's a warlock?” I responded, unfamiliar with the term. “A male witch,” he spat out and started to cackle.