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,...

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...

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...

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...

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...

Dragon Bones

River rushing, tumbling streaming Flowing faster than your dreaming River runs between the stones Washing clean the dragon’s bones Forest crowding round the brink Will you swim or will you sink Trees and water, bones...

Mountain Breasts

Breasts rise out of the darkness Ghostly white In their transparent cover of snow mist Pointed, eager, asking for caress They stand up proud against the grey sky Soft cloud-blanket comes to wrap them warm...

Wet Land Song

    Foo Foo the wind Chimney roars Trees dance Earth drinks in the hungry rain Land Songs Series © Elen Sentier 2017 all rights reserved  

Imbolc

Says it all for me …    

Bridey’s Flower: a blog for Imbolc

In my end is my beginning … Eliot again, now at Imbolc as at Samhain. And now again, the story ends and the story begins, turning and cycling round the seasons. Hiding in the bushes...

Bridey’s Worm

Driving up to Cheshire last week we knew the moles had woken up, molehills everywhere, yards and yards and yards of them, in every field and even along the grass at the edges of the...

Arthur’s Stone

I live near one of the places called Arthur’s Stone. It’s on one of the long ridges that run roughly northwest/southeast along the ancient glacial tracts that swept this region of what is now Herefordshire...

Dyfrig: Merlin, Demons and Ergyng

According to the Christian stories, Merlin’s mother lay with a demon, an otherworldly spirit, who fathered him upon her. The word demon has largely been dumbed down to mean something evil and out to get...

Journey with Trees

Trees for Life’s Corporate & Trusts Development Officer Joyce Gilbert trades funding application forms for a  ‘Journey of Trees’ – a Gaelic place-naming weekend of tree planting and pony trekking. Last weekend found me walking beside a couple of ponies...

Being Wild & Hope Bourne

“For money, you sell the hours and the days of your life, which are the only true wealth you have,” she wrote. “You sell the sunshine, the dawn and the dusk, the moon and the...

Cat Scramble podcast

Cat Scramble – a solitary walk on Exmoor. Some of you will have heard this before but I think … think … I might just be getting the hang of podcasting via my website! Don’t...

Trees for Life: Rewilding Grove

I’ve just written a wee story for Trees for Life … this is part of it … More dreams come to you. This time they begin with a long deep howl. Straightway it’s answered, and...

Cairns in Britain

From what I know cairns have been built by peoples all over the world for probably hundreds of thousands of years, perhaps as long as humans have been on Planet Earth, after all their not...