I am very lucky to now live in a very rural part of Britain having finally managed to escape the urban setting. Recently one day, as I lay outside in my garden with my eyes closed, I heard the familiar sound of a bird calling. It's a sound I instantly recognise and immediately know all is well on Midgard. The distinctive pitch of the red kite.
I don’t wear a Hammer. I am going to admit right now, Folks, I only wear a Valknut. I am an Odinist , literally. Nothing against Thor and his hallowing Hammer, the mighty weapon of the common farmers. I greatly respect the Friend of Man, and his personal devotees are good Folk, but Odin is where my affinity lies. Why?
The Odinic Rite's annual UK Folk Camp was a short but highly successful, enjoyable and rewarding weekend. This year's camp had a slightly different twist to it as we stayed in cabins instead of tents for the first time since we began holding the annual UK camp. We have seen reduced numbers at camp over the last couple of years due to the inclement weather we can have here in the UK, rarely extreme, yet the year before last saw thirty two hours of non stop rain over the camp weekend which was not a lot of fun!