Spring is here. Whoo hoo!

It was dark in the Grove as the four surviving members (those that were not ill or enjoying themselves in foreign climes ... and York) limped down the hill towards the two trees where we hold our rituals. I say limp, the rest of us were just keeping Briseilid company. The night was clear and … Continue reading Spring is here. Whoo hoo!


Questions aplenty- March Meeting 2013

‘I have several lovely Tits…’  Glamorgan telling us about her feathered friends visiting her garden. Are you ready? This is going to be a long one! Last night’s meeting took place in Glamorgan’s beautiful and roomy house.  She was a very gracious hostess and besides tea and coffee, provided us with red wine (I didn’t … Continue reading Questions aplenty- March Meeting 2013


I don't normally post my poems on line, but I was inspired by the setting sun on the way back to Nottingham from a weekend in York.  The funny thing about poetic inspiration (Awen) is it can hit you any time, last night as the train was passing a vanilla sky and bare woodland, it … Continue reading Elf-Time