It’s March, it’s dark, it’s cold, and ten strangers are craning their necks to stare at the mass of bright pinpoints above them…
“That’s Polaris, the North Star,” says one of our volunteers, “and there’s the Great Bear with the pointer stars, pointing towards it”.
It was the first time we’d run an evening programme. Normally, our mental wellbeing programmes run during the day, during the week. But this wouldn’t, we figured, suit working people, so we hit on the idea of an after-work session.
“Sorry, I just have to change,” says one chap, arriving in a flurry in smart-casual workwear. He’s made it here, but hasn’t had time to grab anything to eat. But that’s OK – we had a meal planned for exactly that eventuality.
So after ‘check-in’ and a brew from the storm kettle, we set-to, foraging for nettles and dandelions, chopping onions and garlic, potatoes and carrots, tossing in herbs, and stirring up a warming soup. The atmosphere is gentle and convivial. The younger participants stand out of the main gathering, exchanging banter and phone numbers. When it’s cooked, we eat. The moon has risen and everyone is hungry.
“This is the best soup I have ever tasted!” exclaims one young man; I am touched and humbled by his praise. “You made it,” I said, quite truthfully – for it was a cooperative effort: we all made it.