Birds at this time are beside themselves with excitement, flirting and building. My hens in the garden remember themselves and begin to lay eggs. Each one received into the world with great crows of triumph. Easter and rebirth is here.Read More
Master of transformationsRead More
He liked women Eadwig, the all fair. He seems to be generous to them. In 956 he gave noble lady Æthelhild (of twenty hides), a grant of land. From Droxford (where they grow beans) to Scida Felda - the place that is criss-crossed by brooks, traversed by wooden planks.Read More
The Mari Lwyds are wierd to their bony little souls - magical and not to be missed.Read More
The days are getting longer, colours are intensifying, prepare to wake up the old apple trees and prepare for cider.Read More
‘ “The Mud Larks called me out.” said the Mud Walker. He was huge in the hut. Black, immense and difficult to see. He opened his pockets and fetched out a small lantern. He lit it. The light fought against the fog and the night. It burned feebly and cast huge shadows.’
A short story for Halloween - sparked by a chance remark from a former Pompey policeman whose work involved the recovery of bodies. (1980s)
Author Sarah Keen - all rights reserved.
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Cover illustration Water-Ocean - dark Monster - rain- Cthulhu-ships - hp-lovecraft-digital
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The grace lying within this tree is not the only reason to give it a second glance. The Silver Birch has a close and complicated relationship with fungi. In Autumn it is never a surprise to find the Fly Agaric growing close to its roots and sheltering branches. In addition the downy milk cap and the ugly milk cap (don’t eat any of them) are known to have a close kinship with these trees.Read More
Felicity has also proved to be popular in my fine art print range. She floats on creamy, 100% cotton rag paper, a simple, fluid line drawing. I came out from behind the stall and explain all of the above, that she was a rapidly produced picture that flowed from the end of a gold pen one autumn afternoon. Felicity does dance, but even so my fine art printer had surprised me by selecting her as one that should be included in my normally more colourful range of prints.Read More
At night, sheltering in rocks, picking over roasted bones and watching their fire send sparks flying up into the heavens, the cavemen spoke of a Unicorn that has a beard like a goat, the body of a horse or an ox, cloven hooves like an ox, possibly an ox tail On its forehead is a twisted horn that enables it to escape from all traps. It is a creature of immense strength. An animal like this was described in ancient texts. The King James' Bible translated the hebrew word 're-em' as Unicorn.Read More
We walked down the lanes toward our parked car. The tarmac was blistering in the heat - even through our shoes we could feel its warmth, when - out of the corner of my eye - I saw a tiny movement in the lane. A toad was making its way across the road. It walked slowly, taking no notice of anything around it. To help avoid the broiling tarmac it raised two opposite limbs off the road before taking a step, setting each pair down and raising the next as it made its careful way to a cool green woodland that lay opposite. Inadvertently creating an innovative street dance - the animal remained oblivious to its audience. On reaching the damp banks the toad paused before plunging back into its own world. The creature was an unexpected joy. With perfect timing, without unicorns, elves, angels or dragons, Glastonbury delivered a tiny piece of natural magic.Read More