There is a wall the full length of our woodland and this is the middle bit. I'd love to rebuild it! Normally I am jarred by the activities of humans in the landscape. However, this wall (along with our stone sided banks) is a thing of beauty, purpose & strength. The fact that it's made, by hand, from the stone under my feet settles the wall into the landscape, like it grew from the ground centuries ago.
You've met Old Bert before. He is my favourite tree. Bert is completely hollow inside (but he still has a huge heart), and he's so old he has lots of plants living on him. There's Old Ivy, who loves him so much that fifty years ago she wrapped herself around him and never let go, there's young Campion and Wood sorrel, and many old friend Lichens and Moss. He's a house for lots of little mammals, bugs and birds too. He doesn't mind though, Old Bert loves the company and life by the river is good.
|Moschatel (Town Hall Clock) - Flower bud|
|Blades by Chris Grant|
In the post today I had a gift, from a dear friend in Scotland a bladesmith called Chris. I was moved to tears when I saw the workmanship and beauty of these blades. What a gift. Chris also included a selection of wood to make the handles with. I've got my eye on that beautiful bit of Yew! Thank you Chris, you're kindness has totally filled me up and I feel undeserving but utterly grateful. xxx