Magical Toddler morning session, where Mel enlightened the fire for the last time this Celtic year, on the day of Samhain, end of harvest and beginning of dark half of year. Sage appeared, and we all got a nose blessing. Ant trampolines, Troll fingernails. Ivy almost standing. The Home Eds arrived full of knowledge of… Continue reading Samhain – October 31st
I text a man with a ginger beard and long hair, who I sat next to randomly at Folk East, while eating a revolting Indian curry. That didn't matter, as the man with the ginger beard told me that his dog of 14 years was going to be put down on Monday and he didn't… Continue reading Bread knife
Thanks to Gabrielle Maughn who has nurtured and cared for the bees in the wood, after I was incapable of it.
Farewell Tess and Henry from Kali Woods - we have enjoyed your company, your singing voice, your flute, your words and work. A testament to Henry's great skill of immediate anticipation is of course, the Umbrella Solution, which still operates as the caravan window cover, as no other suitable solution has since been found. Come… Continue reading Goodbye Tess and Henry
Struggling to come here for years, I was escorted yesterday by Michael, driven down, lunched at the refurbished Oyster and walked, dogless. It was magnificent and we both vowed to return in the winter when both the trees and land would be naked their great structures more visible. It's a privately owned 80 acres of… Continue reading Staverton Thicks
Paul built the woodshed. A quietly modest contentment at being IN ADVANCE (for a girl who was once labeled and still feels a Late Developer) for we are before the Summer Solstice when earths tilt means the light is still lengthening and the earth plants are still expanding. He also took away the bad decision… Continue reading Belonging and being in Advance
Fresh back from Europe with food still fresh, Joao and Pete came to the wood for their first time. We drank Portuguese red wine that Joao knew, ate cheese and Sardines, talking of their days in Footsbarn Travelling Theatre (I had not realised named after Michael Foots son, Oliver). Tess swung by… Continue reading Spring in the wood