Merlin's hill, winter's dawn

The end of autumn was marked by Samhuinn in Edinburgh last week, the calling forth of the crone Cailleach, the builder of mountains from stones dropped from her apron, giant of dark skies and storms, destroyer and redeemer - the Celtic Kali. 
Phil Turner and I went to pay our respects on Hart Fell in the Borders, the source of 3 rivers, where the bard Merlin took refuge after his king was killed at Arfderydd.  The Hag was already in residence above 600ms.  All hail Winter, the season of the witch has come.