It looks like night but it is the middle of the day on the island of Vardø in mid-December. I shan't forget that howling, brutal wind from the Arctic. Ice and snow biting our faces, slipping on the road as we walked. In the seventeenth century witches were blamed for such bad weather. One way of surviving such bleak, relentless conditions was to give it a reason. Part of the battle between Good and Evil. Its not surprising to learn that the witch trials peaked in the winter months.
