I noticed this week just how quickly the year had flown by. One moment it seemed I was welcoming the Spring after the Beast from the East had left our shores. Smiling at the blooming Spring flowers, enjoying the Blackthorn, the Pussy Willow, the Mayflower, and what
That magnificent nature poem was written by my Bardic Buddy Arthur Hinds and to me sums up in just a few verses the reverence we Druids hold for these beings. If ever I feel upset, or disconnected from my Path, if ever I need to remember what
When I'm out walking there is a sound that I love to hear. It is a sound that was absent in Sussex for many years, and it is the call of the buzzard. Not too long ago I had to get in my car and head west
So here is something you might not know about me. In the mid 2000s I ran a Wilderness Awareness/Bushcraft School called Wildlore. It ran for a couple of years from a small woodland me and Cerri co-owned in Sussex. During those two years we ran two introductory
Although our house it still full of builders I can feel Autumn's blessed peace approaching. I have two more gigs this year, Witchfest International at the Brighton Centre in November, and Tenbury Mistletoe Festival in December, then no more gigs until the PF Devon and Cornwall conference in
Yup. Feeling a bit nostalgic today and this old advert is about as nostalgic as it gets. I was thinking about the places I used to go when I was a child. It seemed that I could walk just a few minutes and I'd find some wild
Spring is here. The time between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice is my favourite time of year. There is so much change and life seems to be literally pushing itself back into existence after the darkness of the Winter months. I know, I know, for
There is something about walking in a secluded place that gets my creative juices moving. Tunes come fairly easily for me. I tend to just have to sit with a guitar or mandolin and 'noodle' for about 20 minutes and a tune (usually the hook of the
As I was walking Oscar last night I caught a flash of white across the field. A barn owl hunting. I was so focussed on the moment that I only caught this very short clip. As people debated destruction in the House of Commons the rest of
My Bardic name is Damh. It's Gaelic for Stag and I have felt that deer have been my power animal for years. I love them. Their grace, their power, their associations with the Pagan Horned God. But there is another animal that I love even more than
