In the hush of a winter evening, in the dark of the longest night, bake a sun bread, soft and golden, calling home the sun’s warm light.
We make sun bread once a year, on the week of the Winter Solstice. It is probably the favourite treat in our house.
Traditionally, the boys take a few crumbs outside for the birds and ask them to carry the bread to the sun, so that he will return, ready for Summer.
It is Summer now, but the sun seems to have forgotten this year.
So when Robin suggested we make sun bread for the Summer Solstice, I looked out of the window at the torrential rain and it seemed like a very good idea.