Midsummer!
Jun. 21st, 2026 08:24 am... Which means the gates of Summer are really only just opening.
Yesterday was my second piece of little work; Accompanying a group on a little walk around Ravencraig, telling them some of the stories of the area. There were three of us leading it; and how beautiful it all was, everything overgrown and the world full of wonder including a tiny little spider with a luminous green abdomen, shining like polished chysophrase. We told stories and were told stories too from the area's real historian-naturalist, who brough roe deer skulls and lead bullets from the old rifle range, and spoke of the return of the pine marten with its poo that apparently smells like parma violets. Up to the old cairn we walked, me wondering why it has never been formally explored - it doesn't even have a name - then back, all under blue sky and kind sun.
To any passing this way, I wish you all the magic of the season. Don't forget to leave a little milk/wine/whisky for the fairies!
Yesterday was my second piece of little work; Accompanying a group on a little walk around Ravencraig, telling them some of the stories of the area. There were three of us leading it; and how beautiful it all was, everything overgrown and the world full of wonder including a tiny little spider with a luminous green abdomen, shining like polished chysophrase. We told stories and were told stories too from the area's real historian-naturalist, who brough roe deer skulls and lead bullets from the old rifle range, and spoke of the return of the pine marten with its poo that apparently smells like parma violets. Up to the old cairn we walked, me wondering why it has never been formally explored - it doesn't even have a name - then back, all under blue sky and kind sun.
To any passing this way, I wish you all the magic of the season. Don't forget to leave a little milk/wine/whisky for the fairies!