Three centuries, yet still binding. She isn't here anymore, at the plaque, or on the patterned floor. Binding which need not have been done before...
Come, tie your life away with me, at the Clootie Well. We'll wander through the forest, leaving no footprints to trace our spell...
North of Caithness, on the islands of Orkney, the ocean is a magical place. The seals are its people. Those angels, who fell from heaven and landed amongst the waves.
I feel a close affinity with deer. They can be timid creatures, and this lends them an almost mythical reputation in some places. The elusive deer, somewhere in the woods, quiet and unseen. Maybe watching you. No harm in that. Just watching, and then slipping away. Yet underneath that timidness they hold wisdom, and strength. They... Continue Reading →
Summer means travelling, and travelling means new bookshops! I've managed to acquire some interesting fairy tale books over the last few months, which I'd like to throw into the fairy tale blogosphere. So without further ado, here is my summer 2015 fairy tale book haul (and yes, that is my Hello Kitty duvet in... Continue Reading →
Spinning wheels are an object commonly associated with fairy tales, even though they only feature in a handful of tales. Aside from being mere objects, they add some degree of symbolic meaning to the stories they are present in. Firstly though, what actually is a spinning wheel? We probably know it's a wooden thing with... Continue Reading →
For some reason, when I edited my blog this review disappeared. Can't have that, since it's my favourite book EVER. And I mean EVER EVER EVER, out of ALL THE BOOKS. EVER. So, I've written this new review. Which is actually borderline incoherent gushing about witches and Scotland and all of the awesomeness that this book has.... Continue Reading →