Into the Forest? Let’s Go!
One rainy evening when my imagination was captured by the idea of an Irish elf with his rickety barrow selling his magickal notions and potions in a forest clearing – I just had to create this scene in 12th scale…
One rainy evening when my imagination was captured by the idea of an Irish elf with his rickety barrow selling his magickal notions and potions in a forest clearing – I just had to create this scene in 12th scale…
After a weekend of an awful weather here in York, I pottered off into the garden on Monday morning to see the chickens and enjoy a little of the sunshine AND look at WHO I happened to stumble across!
And although MY summer was remembered as being the stuff of nightmares with interrupted plans, a twisted spine and torn nerves; it is fortunate that York enjoyed something of an Indian summer throughout last September and taking advantage of the balmy weather; there was plenty of activity at the end of my garden for with the door to my Den open, I indulged in a dream of mine with the creation of another fantasy structure for the All Hallows Hamlet…
As Claire’s only friend is the ancient recipe book that has been in her family for as long as anyone can remember – she concocts a vast array of nasty potions from the beautiful flowers, nourishing berries and healing plants which she gathers every day at dusk and here they remain gathering dust on the cobwebby shelves.
Dare YOU buy?
For having fallen in love with the vision of Cadfael’s Herbarium with its charming thatched roof, an interior of stone flagged floors with pots of healing potions all bubbling away on the huge and welcoming fire and masses of dried herbs hanging from the rafters – I am now making plans to create my own unique Herbarium!
For as long as I can remember, I have always enjoyed a fascination with (and a sneaky regard!) for these undead creatures of folklore and mythology.
However, as much as I appreciate that this interest of mine will not be shared by everybody and so in keeping with the ideas of ‘mischief’ and the ‘incomprehensible’ that Scoffern has attributed to the Vampyre – I have created something of a fantastical store which seeks to offer those essential accoutrements for any discerning hunter or slayer of the undead…
For here inside the Harum Scarum Emporium which is carefully shielded by the prickliest thorn bushes and whispering trees in the bleakest part of the hamlet and with no fabulous frock to wear or a sumptuous banquet to enjoy – the reclusive and unfriendly crone Claire Eno is busy pottering about and cooking up some rather unusual elixr…
Be reassured that there is at LEAST one faery who can be found skipping about within the stone walls surrounding the ancient City of York AND although at first glance, she may be mistaken for just another conventional human – appearances can be deceptive!
Yes, dear reader, it IS true – the Yorvik Faerie is now NO more!