Master of transformationsRead More
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
An hour later, I drove into Salisbury. At a curve in a road, the Cathedral spire rises above the horizon and seems to float on the landscape. Its graceful grey stones seemingly defies gravity as it reaches up into the skies. The streets were also shining, bunting had been hung out in every road. It was a bright, joyful and pretty scene. Only a large police presence gave away the stress the city has been under in recent weeks.Read More
A summer’s walk in its meadows and the great chalk rivers that run clear to the sea. Hidden by the bulrushes and the sweeping golden grasses I take off my outer clothing. I slip into the waters and swim, pale as a fish. I slip up river and then return to the hidden bank. I wade to the shore, earthbound once more.Read More
Shiddenfield boasts a good pub, a farm shop, a church - St Nicholas - otherwise known as Old Nicks, Divines of all denominations, a handful of elderly ghosts and more than its fair share of magic. Enchantment runs with the river through the brooks and springs that lace the countryside around.