As I was walking through the woods today I got to thinking about how much I'm enjoying going for my walks with Charlie dog, especially being so blessed to live in such a wonderful, vibrant, natural setting.
Then I realized it's also reminiscent of a place I used to visit when I was little; my dad would sometimes take me to Alderley Edge (northern England) to walk our dog. I loved that place, it was so full of mystery and magic, fuelled in some part I am sure by my love for the Alan Garner books I would read and re-read. Even the sound of the first book I devoured was magical - The Weirdstone of Brisingamen. Using the excuse of having children who liked fantasy literature I bought all the Alan Garner books I could find and have them sitting on the bookshelf for when I want to return to the underhill where all the knights are sleeping, ready to return to save humankind.
I feel that same sense of wonderment when I'm walking in our woods and I feel happy that I can spend my time here. Where's your magical place?
And for info - my picture is drawn on pastel paper using water soluble oil pastels - they smudge really nicely, and the white pastel adds enough light to give the picture life. Inspired by my walks in the wood. xxx