Wistman's Wood July 2019
A sunny day in a dry period, and the moss is dried up and dull-coloured. It would only take a heavy rainfall to pick it all up. Trees dripping with lichens. People are sitting in this wood, quietly, taking it all in, like a church. Everyone is silents, in their own space, a reverence, a respect of other people. On the way I told the kids not to accept any food, as it might be from the fairy folk, and then you'd be stuck in their world. Is there a feel of fairies here? I don't think this is their time, in the middle of a sunny July day. Perhaps at dawn or dusk you might catch the fairies, or if you fell asleep under a tree. That would do it. You'd wake up and the rules of the world would be different, you wouldn't know where you stood. Next to where I'm sitting is a boulder with a pattern on concentric circles in the moss. Is that the work of the fairies? I think you need to spend time here. I might ...