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Ravens & Am Buachaille at Sandwood Bay

Soooo … we hiked out to Sandwood Bay in Sutherland, Scotland, for an overnight wildcamp. The weather forecast had given us 18 hours so we decided to go for it and the walk out was gorgeous, brilliant spring-blue skies, the mountains… Continue Reading →

Wolf Words

I’m currently reading a modern novel – out 2017 – which still perpetrates the bad old myths about ravening and ferocious wolves hunting down humans! Really? In this day and age? But yes, those attitudes and falsehoods still go on…. Continue Reading →

Lyke ways and Corpse roads

From Ancient Wisdom, on Ley Lines I grew up with old ways, spirit ways, death roads all around me and in the village where we lived we used them in the old ways too. the featured picture is of part… Continue Reading →

Song of the Soul Catcher

  #poetry today #folklorethursday  

Arrow Moon & Horse Moon

Green Deserts

Arable Land, Population & Vegetarianism According to Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations the world’s Arable land amounted to 1,407 M hectares, out of a total 4,924 M hectares of land used for agriculture, as at the year 2013. We use over… Continue Reading →

Moon Song: a reading

Wolves & reality

Something To Think About ~ #NatureIsBeautiful pic.twitter.com/tT6nJ3FQ5u — PROTECT ALL WILDLIFE (@Protect_Wldlife) December 9, 2017  

Protected: Subtle Bodies Exercise

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Pipe And Slippers: With Elen Sentier

Pipe And Slippers: With Elen Sentier My friend Penny Blake who runs THE CURIOUS ADVENTURES OF MESSRS SMITH AND SKARRY has just got me to do a short bedtime story … go to the link to hear the audio. This is  her beginning, I… Continue Reading →

Brexit – my biggest fears

JET – Joint European Torus The future of this amazing project is my biggest fear with Brexit, along with what will happen for wildlife and rewilding. Why, I hear from some quarters, why doesn’t she care about people and ordinary… Continue Reading →

Ancient Devon Tradition

Long ago – but still happening now – and far away (well relatively speaking!) the ancient practice of Cow Drumming began in the wilds of Exmoor. This is a modern-day example. You can see just how much appreciated it is… Continue Reading →

Froggy Goes a Courting

Origins of folksongs. Just listening to a BBC4 programme about Cecil B Sharpe and there was a lovely Appalachian rendition of Froggy Goes a Courting, they said it’s “just a children’s song” and also that it’s a nursery rhyme. Oh… Continue Reading →

Sleeping Pads – A grounded view | PMags.com

My sort of backpacking  … 🙂 Winter backpacking requires more of everything: More warmth, more insulation, more gear, more equipment, etc. Sleeping pads used for winter backpacking are no different.  A person can have a -20F bag but if they… Continue Reading →

Cawwwww !!!

Rushing blousy August Blows the tits around the house Swallows dive for food Carried sideways But the crows, oh the crows … Watch them sliding. slipping, stalling Playing the wind Screaming their defiance as it tries to blow them of… Continue Reading →

Wind

Wind I come home to wind Autumn wind But it’s only July I come home to wind Sounding the chimney Like it was November But it’s only July I come home to wind Whipping the trees Shaking the leaves Blowing… Continue Reading →

Aeron Flies

Eyes flare Feet itch Wings twitch Wind ruffles feathers Lift … float This is my element, my land Video & images Dyfi Osprey Project Land Song Series © Elen Sentier 2017 all rights reserved #mondayblogs #poetry-daily @Poetry_Daily ‏ @MondayBlogs 

Folklore and the Fairy Hill

John Muir Trust land manager Liz Auty explores some of the history and mystery associated with Schiehallion It towers over the heart of Scotland, its unmistakable conical peak visible across vast distances. Schiehallion, whose name derives from the Galeic Sith… Continue Reading →

Moorhen Chicks

Black fluff, feather fluff, Red cap, red beak. Plop! Float like natural, Perch on leaf, Lily holds him, Mother feeds him, Life is good. Nest on island, Hidden shelter, In the reeds. Mother knows, Hides them safely From the eaters… Continue Reading →

A eulogy to the NHS: What happened to the world my generation built? | Society | The Guardian

I just have to reblog this, for the sakes of all those who haven’t a clue what life was like before 1948 – yes a mere 69 years ago! – and actually believe what the Tories say. For all the… Continue Reading →

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