It seeems entirely appropriate for Lammas that I have become an insufferable breadmaker. Finally I get it and simultaneously I now want to make every kind of bread there is and roll it warm in a tea towel and arrive with a long flat knife and good butter. I have never been a baker, though I am a very regular roaster. Not a cakemaker but well known to whip up a formidable pav that would make your grandmother weep for the old desserts, made with sugar and love instead of chia and control.

There are just so many places we lost our way.

In the most ancient Egyptian dynasties risen and fallen many thousands of years ago now, Aker was the powerful earth god who presided over the horizon. Guarding the eastern and western thresholds to the underworld and taking the form of two lions.

And so the wheel turns once more, this eve at 3.15am Wollombi time when the sun storms into the firebrand go-getter energy of Aries. Crossing the equator as he goes, the sun king delivering our equinox tipping point when day and night are of equal length. Our Northern friends begin to rise and stretch into Spring as here in the South we begin the descent towards the dark cauldron days of Winter.