The Twelve Apostles on Ilkley Moor

​On the darkest day of the year, we visit the stones on the moor.
 
My father told me the same story every year, that the men of the tribe, led by my father’s father, put the stones up. My father lit the winter fires on the day that the shadows lined up. Now my father is gone, and he had no son, tonight I will be the one to tell the story and light the fire that brings the sun back.