In days of old
When wives were bold
If they brewed enough ale
They offered it for sale
No TV ads
No hoardings, billboards
No papers – tabloid or sheets broad
How then to fetch in the drinkers?
They tied on their roof a straggly bush
And stood aside to avoid the rush
The photo shows The Bush, a public house in my old home village.
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19th April 2023 we make our annual pilgrimage to our childhood home to see the bluebells. But we also take in a woodland forbidden to us when we lived in the village but now open to all. Enjoy…
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The gorse lets us know we’re in heathy country, despite we’re heading into a woodland
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Witness: Wood Sage = woodland!
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This I remember, in spring these woods were full of cherry blossoms
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Ah-ha! So there are bluebells here
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And Lords and Ladies, best I’ve seen this year
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Ransoms: Wild Garlic. Yummy
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And as we head to the street, Forget-me-nots. How could we ever!
More next week. Hope you enjoyed.
Home, they say, is where your heart is. Despite the years since I’ve moved, my heart remains in the village of my birth, childhood, teens and young motherhood. My daughter and I return every year for the bluebell season. This year, we extended our walk.
19th April 2023
The old village is ringed with wooded hills, though this one was forbidden us when we lived here. Private property. But at last it’s open to the public. These are not recently planted trees. These are anciently coppiced
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And here’s an easy way up a hill…
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Into the woodland-proper… no pigs root around here as once they did
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But there are deer. Alas, he fled before I could get a good focus
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Disappointed, not seeing bluebells… but that’s me being impatient. They weren’t yet in full flower, but they were appearing (see Tuesday Treats)
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Oh look, a gate onto the road where once we lived
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We’ll return another time (autumn for fungi?) to explore more thoroughly. For now it’s a walk along the street, for we’ve lots more to explore on this visit
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That’s all for today. Next week, Back Home, Part 2
2nd May 2023
I’ve a whole swathe of cowslips in my garden which mysteriously showed up this spring (I did not plant them!). Must be the fairies…
Light/Dark, one of the titles from Maria Antonia’s #2023picofthe week
image by Peggychoucair on Pixabay
As far as words go
And some, don’t you know
Go deeper than others
This word goes deep into me
Through my gullet, even down to my knees
Where it throws up shoots like a stubborn weed
I’d fetch my two-pronged gardening tool
I’d sweat and groan, an ignorant fool
But to eradicate “eradicate” now is too late
58 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eradicate
Alone
It stands high on the cliff
Shining its light
That others might live.
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
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Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
Details, some colourful, some pretty, from our walk on 27th March 2023. Enjoy
27th March 2023
No apologies for yet more of these. The hedges are full of them!
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And these…
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And the colour is so welcome
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And twigs erect with sticky buds
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But this is the gem from this early season. I only know this one place where it’s found. Scarlet Elf Cup
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And robins are everywhere…but this little fella was trying to hide!
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And that’s all for this week. Next week? You’ll have to wait see. Hope you enjoyed
And what better day to update you on the new book.
is now available as an e-book on pre-order from Amazon. Both e-book and paperback will be available on 10th June 2023.
Available through this universal link
Two thousand years after the events of The Spinner’s Game, Kerrid is the Head of the Kerdolan and granary traders. Though established in this role, there are still Asars who oppose her, led by Urinod who believes the moment of Kerrid’s death will return the Asars to their rightful otherworld realm. Stuck between these are the next generation, Brictans born of Asar-human parentage, and those who seek to make a life within the increasingly important Alsaldic Lands. The trilogy maps the development, flowering and collapse of the Alsaldic Empire as it moves from its birth within an early agricultural society, through the copper and bronze-using warrior cults, to topple at the first whisper of iron.
Of Granaries, Traders and Circles of Inspiration – A Neolithic Odyssey
Hegrissa should have been a granary keeper. She should have been able to find her way back to Lienershi when Kerrid, Head of the Granaries, sent her south to meet with her father. She should have been safe with the copper-smith since smiths are sworn off women. But now seduced, pregnant and with her trade lost, her only hope lies with her native family. Yet rejected there too, she finds acceptance with an eblan, a Speaker for the Dead, who believes her inspired. Can she find a new identity amongst these people, or will she reclaim what should have been hers?
A Note about the Neolithic
When I started my nerdy love affair, we had little solid knowledge of the Neolithic. But that’s no longer the case. Yet my stories took form in those earlier days.
Therefore, I have to say these are works of imagination, inspired by mythology, anthropology and archaeology; they do not purport to be accurate or speculative accounts of the Neolithic and Bronze Age cultures of Western Europe.
That’s it for now, folks. I hope you’ll enjoy
crispina kemp 