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Recipe: A duo of warming Christmas drinks

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This weekend, my co-editor Emily and I decided to try and make some traditional Christmas drinks. After a hectic few hours running around Sainsbury’s for ingredients and shouting at each other across a kitchen, we have distilled two great and easy drink recipes for you to enjoy this Christmas period. Remember, half the fun in these recipes is tasting them as you go.

The first recipe is Jaegertee, a warm alcoholic drink coming from Central Europe that will help keep you warm and merry over Christmas.

Ingredients:

  1. 200ml of red wine
  2. 200ml of fresh orange juice
  3. 200ml of tea
  4. 200ml of spiced rum
  5. 200ml of any liqueur to hand, we would recommend plum brandy or schnapps (optional)
  6. 3 whole cloves
  7. ¼ of cinnamon stick
  8. 2 lemon slices
  9. Sugar

This should produce around 5 glasses of Jaegertee.

Method:

1 – Measure out the orange juice, wine, rum and brandy and put these into a pan

2 – Brew the tea and then add it to the pan, best done when still hot

3 – Add the spices and lemon to the pan

4 – Let this come to a gentle simmer on medium heat and leave for about 5 minutes

5 – Remove this from the heat and sieve away the spices and lemon

6 – We would then recommend that you add sugar to sweeten the drink, but this is optional

7 – Drink

 

The second recipe is for a much-loved Christmas classic, mulled wine.

Ingredients:

  1. 1 bottle red wine
  2. 1 stick of cinnamon
  3. 1 star anise
  4. 1 tsp ground nutmeg
  5. 60g Demerara sugar
  6. 1 orange, halved

Method:

1 – Put the wine into a pan and then add the orange, sugar and other spices

2 – Bring this to a gentle heat and stir until all the sugar has dissolved. Mull for around 5-10 minutes

3 – Taste it along the way to see if you want it sweeter and if so, add more sugar to taste

4 – Remove this from the heat and strain it

5 – Serve and drink at once

Enjoy and drink responsibly this Christmas season!

Oxford protesters gather in “Solidarity with Aleppo”

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Students, researchers and other campaigners gathered on Cornmarket Street on Tuesday evening to condemn atrocities by the Syrian regime in Aleppo and demand action from Britain and its allies to bring about a ceasefire in the city.

The Oxford protest, called by the Oxford Solidarity for Syria group, drew around 40 supporters who lit candles and displayed signs with slogans such as “Speak up for Syria” and “Syria needs food not bombs”.

Similar ‘emergency protests’ took place in cities across the UK after the UN estimated at least 82 civilians were killed in Aleppo on Monday after what one official called “a complete meltdown of humanity”.

Violence escalated yesterday as Pro-government forces continued to retake control of neighbourhoods in East Aleppo.

Peter Hill, a spokesperson for the Oxford Solidarity for Syria group, told Cherwell, “This demonstration has been called to draw attention to this critical situation, and to call for an immediate ceasefire to protect civilians and for humanitarian aid to the besieged areas.”

“Assad and his Russian backers may be winning the military war, but we can and must bear witness to their atrocities and express our solidarity with their victims, who also represent the last vestiges of the Syrian Revolution.”

Suja Sawafta, a DPhil student at St Antony’s college who attended the protest, said, “We wanted to make a physical stance and be visible in the holidays so people are aware. We need to put pressure on our governments to intervene and place pressure on Russia particularly because they are the people funding the Assad regime at the moment.”

Oxford Solidarity for Syria blamed the “silent complicity of world powers including the USA and Britain” for allowing the Assad regime to carry out atrocities in Aleppo and “extinguish the last sparks of the Syrian Revolution”. On Monday, a Syrian military source warned that the last rebel pocket in Aleppo could fall “at any moment”.

Following a deal made between the Russian military and Turkish intelligence, a ceasefire came into effect in Aleppo at around 6pm local time. Residents in East Aleppo and opposition fighters can now be evacuated from besieged neighbourhoods of the city.

An emergency meeting of the UN Security Council is scheduled to take place on Tuesday to discuss what the French ambassador to the UN described as “the worst humanitarian tragedy of the 21st century unfolding before our eyes”.

Live review: Fickle Friends at the Bullingdon

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“I don’t really feel like we are successful,” Natassja from Fickle Friends tells me as we sit in the rather grimy upstairs of the Bullingdon, with everybody gnawing away at cheese toasties. The band, from Brighton, have been spending the autumn touring the UK after a busy summer in Los Angeles recording their upcoming debut album. On a dark and rainy evening in Oxford—the band’s first headline show in the city—the prospect of sunny Los Angeles seems a million miles away.

In a country that so often feels cold, distant and uncaring, Fickle Friends’ music appears ostensibly to offer a glimpse of a brighter world. With an airy and upbeat sound, songs such as ‘Brookyln’ and ‘Say No More’ create an impression of carefreeness that contrasts tellingly with the high-octane Oxford environment. But Fickle Friends lure you into a false sense of security: atop the dreamy synths and guitars, the lyrics portray a tale of twenty-first century incompleteness. ‘Swim,’ the 2014 single which propelled the band through the blogosphere, tells a tale of endless irreversible drift—an uneasy and bittersweet sense of finality pervades the music.

A product of the Brighton Institute of Modern Music, the group first met over four years ago, but the band didn’t really begin until 2013. “We were really bad students,” I’m told, “because we were never there – they hated us.” It didn’t take long for the band to develop a loyal following, particularly after the release of ‘Swim’ and its immediate success online. The band’s ‘Inherent Vice’ aesthetic, similarly, arrived almost fully formed with the band, a combination of the group’s relaxed approach and bright, upbeat airs. There’s no overriding sense of mission here, just five Brighton millennials trying to articulate some of our generation’s angst.

The band took to the stage with fan-favourite ‘Say No More,’ the first of an hour-long set, with lead singer Natassja front and centre on stage. Though the vocals quickly hit soaring, summery heights, the night belonged to the keyboard, which particularly shone as the band moved on to ‘Cry Baby.’ Described as pop with a “slightly mental indie feel,” ‘Cry Baby’ offers a remarkably modern take on groove and pop; the synths, though clearly in charge, never become claustrophobic while the scattered beats give the audience an invitation to dance it cannot resist.

Just as the audience begins to appear in need of a break, Fickle Friends steps down a gear with ‘Paris.’ The band’s first single to move beyond playful summer energetics, ‘Paris’ provides just the breather for the moment. The vocals change direction, becoming soft and caressing, while the dreamy melody creates a sense of peace and serenity. As Natassja croons “give me everything you want to forget,” heartbeats seem to slow as the audience gently sways; the cry to “balance me out,” however, keeps the band’s existential incompleteness at the forefront of the music—even in moments of reflection, there’s self-actualisation to be done.

As the band acknowledged in the upstairs of the Bullingdon, after abandoning their cheese toasties, some songs can perfectly capture a band’s message. The group finish their set with ‘Swim,’ which the band re-released after signing with The 1975-producer Mike Crossey. The disco-tinged strut brings the audience to life, and there’s not a person to be seen with their arms crossed. It’s almost as if the bittersweet line “you are not alone” is the guiding principle of the evening. In that moment, the difficulties of life seem absorbed by the synthesiser, and the vocals evoke a seemingly unjustifiable optimism. As the song comes to a conclusion, it seems like the room is being dragged against its will back down to Earth: outside lies rainy Britain, not sunny LA, and the everyday pressures and challenges it brings. Everyone seems rather dismayed to have to return to their daily lives. The hour of respite provided by Fickle Friends’ indie pop, no matter how shallow, will not change the world, but will help make it a more tolerable place to live. fickle_friends_melt_2015_05-1

Five literary festive favourites

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1.) One Day, David Nicholls

One Day creates possibly the greatest intimacy between reader and characters of any book I’ve read. It is a beautiful and sometimes painful story about the impact that one friendship can have over a lifetime. The novel’s strict structure, showing the same day of the year of two people’s lives over a twenty-year period, allows for incredible emotional realism. Watching characters we come to love (but do not always like) experience joy and disappointment, make horrible and sometimes irrevocable mistakes, and find the entire course of their lives changed by chance occurrences or seemingly minor choices is certainly an emotional rollercoaster. Tears are to be expected. The shifts in perspective between the two protagonists can be frustrating, as we see characters damagingly misunderstand each other. However, they are also often amusing, as characters speculate on the judgments others make about them; then the perspective shifts to reveal what their companions are really thinking. A book to be read in a quiet moment, after the bustle of Christmas has died down.

2.) The Mousehole Cat, Antonia Barber and Nicola Bayley

The Mousehole Cat is a wonderful illustrated children’s book about a cat called Mowzer and her human, Tom, who bravely venture out fishing one Christmas during a period of dangerous storms, to save their village from starvation. The book is built around a vibrant contrast between warm descriptions of cosy firesides, community and companionship, and wild elemental ones of the stormy sea, personified as a hunting cat. The illustrations of the swirling sea and mottled clouds forming the pelt of the Great Storm Cat are stunning. The story is told to us through Mowzer’s eyes, which engenders endearingly comical remarks such as “sometimes Mowzer felt that her children had not trained their people properly”. Her attempts to communicate with Tom are heartwarming, “purring as if she would burst to tell him that she loved him”. The Mousehole Cat is all about the importance of community and love. This beautiful story was a big part of my childhood, and would be perfect for calming buzzing children (or adults!) before bed after an exciting Christmas Day.

 3.) And Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

A powerful collection of poetry by African American poet, memoirist and civil rights activist Maya Angelou. Angelou writes about her experience as an American black woman: about work and the importance of rest, child abuse, ageing, the rhythms, scent and atmosphere of the American South, freedom and slavery. She writes about pain, and conveys a bone-deep weariness, but her poetry advances an addictive kind of unapologetic determination and love of self. You can’t help but relish her confidence, as she declares, “Phenomenal woman, that’s me” or, in the title poem, “You may trod me in the very dirt / But still, like dust, I’ll rise,” concluding triumphantly, “I am the dream and the hope of the slave.” Angelou does an amazing job of drawing the reader in to her experience. Definitely a book to help you retain your sanity when racist or sexist relatives start throwing their weight around over the turkey!

4.) Saffy’s Angel, Hilary McKay

The first in a wonderfully feel-good series about a messy but ultimately happy family. McKay is incredibly skilled at building complex characters, and dynamics between them, while wryly showing us their own, sometimes skewed, self-perception. Although often funny and always warm, it deals with significant issues such as adoption, belonging, disability and isolation, always in a humanising and compassionate way. My favourite character is Caddy, hamster-obsessed, fantastic big sister but terrible driver, who at one point finds herself driving across the country the day after passing her test, on a quest for an object of huge importance to her adopted sister Saffy, with her two youngest siblings in tow:”‘I can only do left turns”; “Wales is left!…It’s left all the way!” Saffy’s Angel is marketed as a children’s book, but the depth of the characters and its gentle humour make it enjoyable for all ages. Perfect to curl up with at a tired moment – perhaps while nursing a New Year’s Day hangover!

 5.) Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green and David Levithan

Will Grayson, Will Grayson is remarkably fun for a novel in which one of the two protagonists has depression. We follow two teenagers who happen to have the same name as they struggle with self-understanding and awareness, managing depression and dealing with love and heartbreak, as well as conflict between the desires to fit in and to stick up for the people and issues you care about. It’s very refreshing to find a novel discussing LGBTQ issues that considers the variety of the community: we are shown an incredibly fabulous camp gay character, but also a gay character dealing with depression who despises the limelight, as well as friendly, politically active and supportive gay characters. The book’s structure, with the two authors each writing from the first person perspective of one Will Grayson and alternating each chapter, keeps the reading experience fresh, and allows for the collision of two quite different worlds. A coming-of-age story perfect for teenagers or nostalgic adults, but particularly important for any LGBTQ people struggling with unaccepting families this Christmas.

Conquering the Varsity ski trip

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If you had looked out over Broad Street on the last Friday night of Michaelmas, you would have struggled to miss the hoards of bright eyed, bushy tailed undergraduates, rallying after an exhausting term at the prospect of powdery slopes and mountain air. A mere seven nights later, the same bunch will queue wearily up to get back on the coaches, reduced to shadows of their former selves. Dark circles, hacking coughs, and high fevers dominate the group. What horrifying experience have they undergone? The physical, mental, and emotional endurance test more commonly known as the Varsity Ski trip.

The nightmare begins in the form of a twenty-hour coach journey—no, that wasn’t a typo—twenty hours of upright seat backs, jolting roads, and bad breath. You are inevitably stuck next to a total stranger on whom you will inevitably find yourself drooling during one of your many unsatisfying attempts at sleep. iPhone batteries do not last long when they are taxed with receiving a constant stream of snapchats from your more sane friends, showing off their comfortable beds at home so you are left, friendless and alone, staring out into the drizzly night as you wonder what the hell you’re doing here.

When, a lifetime later, you arrive in Val Thorens, you will almost certainly experience the moment of blind panic as you cannot find your suitcase in the pile dumped unceremoniously at the side of the road. Terrible visions of a week spent in one pair of underwear, while the snow slowly soaks through your jeans, flash through your mind before the driver checks the luggage hold again and is surprised to find that he somehow forgot to remove your case—perhaps he missed its subtle neon orange. The evening is spent in an interminable queue in the rental shop, arms screaming under the weight of skis, boots, and poles. At least it’s a comfort to know that, when you reach the check out desk, they are completely out of change and so you end up paying a €10 insurance premium with a €50 note. Ah, French efficiency.

Stretched to the limit by a term of all night essay crises, unbelievable displays of athleticism on the Park End cheese floor, and the million and one other things that fill term-time, you must be crazy to attempt days on the mountain, afternoons après-ing at 360, and evenings in the club. After only a couple of hours on the slopes, your calves are screaming, your head is throbbing, and your Strepsil intake is reaching new heights. It is more than likely that you are that one person in your friendship group who hasn’t been skiing every year since before they could crawl and so you spend your time in terrified cold sweats, chucking yourself down icy reds and praying that your bones remain intact.

Half way through the week, things come to a head. It’s 11am and you’re still huddled in bed, shivering in three layers of jumpers, coughing up phlegm and downing paracetamol. You gaze out at the snow-dappled mountainside and the lines of small black dots streaking down the slopes. You remember the £600 you paid for the privilege of being here, the joy of physical movement, the fact that everyone else is having so much fun! All you can manage is a groan as you promise yourself you’ll make it out for the afternoon. If not parallel turns, at least you’ve mastered the art of self-delusion.

By the time you return your skis to the rental shop on the final afternoon, your body one hung-over mass of bruises from last night’s mosh pit, the prospect of home cooking and bodily recuperation has never been more inviting. And you cannot help a little smile as the coaches roll back down the mountain. You conquered the Varsity Ski trip. That’s got to be worth more than a degree.

Pantone

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Inspired by PANTONE’s 2016 picks, the editorial for Week 4 Michaelmas 2016 featured swatch-like compositions inspired by our favourite colours of the season.

CREATIVE DIRECTOR / Jasmin Yang- Spooner

ASSISTANT CREATIVE DIRECTOR / William Hosie

PHOTOGRAPHY / Fien Barnett-Neefs

EDITING & DESIGN / Hope Sutherland

MAKE-UP / Phoebe Bradley

HONOUR POLTURAK / LUKA NIKOLIC HEATHER WINSOR / PATRYK WAINAINA SARAH HUGHES / ANDREAS HANSELE

One man in his time plays many parts

Earlier this term Worcester College announced that Sir Ian McKellen had been elected as Distinguished Visiting Fellow for an initial period of three years, set to visit twice a year for workshops and master classes with students. The appointment seems appropriate—the actor world famous for his Shakespearean roles will work alongside Provost Sir Jonathan Bate, who is himself a renowned Shakespearean Scholar, in a college steeped in Shakespearean tradition. Worcester’s annual garden production has traditionally been a Shakespeare play, with an acclaimed performance of Twelfth Night last year as part of Shakespeare’s 400th year anniversary celebrations. In anticipation of Sir Ian’s entrance onto the Oxford drama scene, it seems an appropriate time to reflect on some of his most important Shakespeare roles.

McKellen’s breakout performance came in 1968 in the title role of Richard II. The Prospect Theatre Company production—a low budget but well respected outfit—was directed by Richard Cottrell, whom McKellen had first met at Cambridge and whom he later described as the man “responsible for my becoming a professional actor.” The unbelievable success of the production led to a second tour at the Edinburgh Fringe in 1969, where it was performed alongside Marlowe’s Edward II, with McKellen again playing the title role.

Glowing review succeeded glowing review. Writing in The Sunday Times on 31 August 1969, Harold Hobson gave McKellen what must surely be one of the most pompous compliments in the history of theatre criticism: “The ineffable presence of God himself enters into Mr McKellen’s Richard.”

His Edward was more controversial. Director Tony Robertson, another Cambridge alumnus, took the courageous decision to stage Edward’s gruesome death, involving a red-hot poker thrust into an unspeakable place. The production’s unembarrassed grappling with the play’s homosexual themes provoked outcry but again reviews were excellent. On 19 September 1969 Time Magazine called it “sensuous, unpleasant, funny, guilt-obsessed, and intensely masculine.” After such a season, McKellen was firmly established as a rising star of British theatre.

Eight years later and McKellen was again benefiting from a relationship with another mentor from his student days, Trevor Nunn, now artistic director of the Royal Shakespeare Company. In 1976, Nunn directed McKellen alongside Judi Dench in Macbeth in what Michael Billington (Guardian theatre critic) has described as “a great production that reclaimed the play for the modern era.” Nunn’s concept was to focus on the play as a psychological drama—it ran uninterrupted for 135 minutes with a minimal set in the RSC’s black box theatre The Other Place, making for an intimate and claustrophobic atmosphere.

The success of the production led to a transfer, first to the Donmar Warehouse and then the Young Vic. McKellen once said that “Macbeth was a very lucky play for me.” Thirteen years later, McKellen and Nunn reunited in The Other Place for Othello, with McKellen playing the greatest villain of the English stage. The Jamaican-born American Opera star Willard White made his acting debut in the title role. Again, the black box theatre lent itself to claustrophobia, a domestic drama that spun out of control. Writing in the Times on 26 August 1989, Harry Eyres called it “a production of immense power and grandeur.” These roles are only a snapshot of McKellen’s phenomenal repertoire. If he chooses to get involved, it will be an exciting time for Oxford drama.

OUSU pronoun policy story revealed to be fake

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The Sunday Times yesterday claimed that Oxford University Student Union (OUSU) had released a leaflet that “told” students to use ‘ze’ as a gender neutral pronoun in place of ‘he’ and ‘she’, however OUSU deny that any such leaflet was ever released.

OUSU assert that they would never insist on students using the term and that their policy has only ever been to encourage students to declare their chosen pronoun when they speak at OUSU meetings.

In a statement, OUSU said, “As far as we’re aware, the information which has been published is incorrect. We have not produced a leaflet implying that all students must use ‘ze’ pronouns to refer to others, or indeed to themselves.

“We would also like to clearly state that we would never tell anyone to use ‘ze’ pronouns instead of ‘he’ or ‘she’ if ‘he’ or ‘she’ is the pronoun someone wishes to use. That would be misgendering and would likely have the biggest impact on individuals (ie, some trans students) who may already be struggling to get people to use ‘he’ or ‘she’ for them. It would be totally counterproductive.”

Sunday Times Education Editor Sian Griffiths told Cherwell that the main source was an OUSU policy document published in June of 2016, which merely states that in OUSU meetings one should identify one’s preferred pronoun. The document makes no reference to ‘ze’ at any point.

The story was soon picked up by range of national and international media organisations including The Daily Mail, Russia Today, The Huffington Post, and The Times of India, who themselves provided no sources for the story.

The articles provoked a storm of angry comments bemoaning “special snowflake” students and “PC gone mad”.

One commentator on The Times article wrote of OUSU, “They are a bunch of teenage lefties whom no-one has ever taken seriously,  and that they should be given such publicity for their usual infantilism is bizarre.”

Another on the MailOnline declared, “The lunatics are taking over the asylum.”

This follows weeks of debate about the rise of so called ‘fake news’, stories that are either exaggerated or totally made up in order to attract greater clicks and a corresponding increase in advertising revenue.

Media commentators have expressed their worry that fake news will play into the prejudices of those on both sides of the political spectrum, contributing to polarisation and damaging rational dialogue.

The Sunday Times has been contacted for comment, as well as The Daily Mail, Russia Today, The Huffington Post, and The Times of India.

Giles Coren claims bad teaching ‘makes Oxford special’

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Television presenter, food critic and writer Giles Coren has criticised an Oxford graduate suing his former college for his second-class degree.

Brasenose College alumnus Faiz Siddiqui is suing his alma mater for £1 million because he claims ‘apallingly bad’ teaching for his finals which he claims resulted in him achieving a 2.i  in modern history rather than the first he had hoped for.

He told the High Court that “negligent” teaching the History faculty during his Indian imperial history module prevented him from forging a successful career as an international commercial lawyer.

However, writing in the Times on Saturday, Giles Coren, who obtained a first in English at Keble college, has hit back at Mr Siddiqui, saying that ‘appalling bad’ teaching is what made his degree at Oxford ‘special’.

“One goes to Oxford precisely because the teaching is rubbish, nothing is compulsory, tutorials are optional after first week and nobody ever, ever talks about careers.

“If you want to be taught and pass exams and become a lawyer, don’t you go to a red brick? Or Cambridge? Oxford is for drinking and playing tennis and nicking books out of the Bod under your cricket jumper and lobbing them at punting tourists from Magdalen Bridge.

“If you ask me, Mr Siddiqui got the wrong end of the stick altogether with his tertiary education and is now just embarassing himself.”

Magdalen College JCR Vice President Amanda Turner disagreed, telling Cherwell, “the tutorial system in Oxford means students receive some of the best standards of teaching in the world, and there is a good feedback system for students to use if they aren’t happy with teaching standards. However, remarks like Giles Coren’s prevent students from speaking up if they aren’t satisfied with how they are being taught.”

OxFolk reviews: ‘Here We Go 1, 2, 3’

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Here we go, 1, 2, 3, hold your hands out to me…” so opens this beautifully formed album ‘Here We Go 1, 2, 3’ by Heidi Talbot, a stunning vocalist whose gentle, sensuous voice really brings these songs to life. With a mixture of traditional and self-penned lyrics, Heidi takes the listener through an incredibly diverse range of styles, from folk to pop to American country, and through a broad range of stories and adventures, all set against the stunning music of John McCusker and friends.

Indeed, the sheer amount of musical accompaniment on these tracks reflects the breadth of this album — including cello, banjo, double bass, whistles and harmonium, the rich fullness of the music is expertly held together by the distinctive, soft vocals of Heidi, carrying the song onwards in perfect balance with the instruments.

The title isn’t just taken from the first song’s lyrics by chance: “it’s about that idea of jumping, whether it’s into new musical territories, new bands, a new studio, new label, new family — new everything, really”, Heidi says. Having written and lyrically shaped eight tracks on the album, it’s clear this is a personal project for Heidi: “it’s about taking a chance… it feels like — okay, get ready to jump!” And, as you listen to the songs on the album, it becomes obvious that Heidi’s journey is not only intensely personal but also universal, and something we can all engage with. Whether it be moving place and encountering new challenges as discussed in ‘Chelsea Piers’ (“When the smoke curls gather me / This city tale bewitches”), or the constancy of friendships in the story of ‘A Song for Rose’ (“Will you remember me / When church bells are ringing”), ‘Here We Go 1, 2, 3’ seems not just an accomplished musical creation but also an emotional journey.

However, Heidi Talbot’s playful, gorgeous tones lift this sometimes difficult subject matter up out of the everyday, giving it light and air and making it a real joy to listen to. It is, as Heidi herself describes, designed to express “the comforting, restorative powers of music”, with these various stories sending out an overall joyous, optimistic message of hope and rebirth.

Even the title track is inspired from an old gospel song, reflecting the album’s uplifting tone — despite the lyrics discussing death and moving on, Heidi manages to turn the story round into something beautiful and redemptive. This message of love and movement somehow sums up the album, and leaves the voices of Heidi’s songs echoing on long after the final track has ended. Just as Heidi encourages us to step out and enter new stages, I find myself wanting to return again and again to this beautiful album.