It’s a wet evening.
It’s a cool evening too.
I’ve lit the stove and the kettle begins to sing on the top.
It’s a tea and toast kind of evening.
I was thinking about Fairies today as I walked through the Fairy Wood.
It lies below the cottage, in a natural dell and is a very special place.
There’s a Fairy tree in the centre of the woodland with a huge stone underneath it’s branches.
I’ve often wondered about the history and meaning of that tree and stone.
I have been told that such a tree planted by a stone can mark the resting place of a person whose body was not allowed to be interred in the graveyard…the churches had all sorts of rules regarding who could and could not be interred in so called sacred ground…unbaptised babies, suicides etc…all of great sadness and shown little mercy…
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