…mythical creatures claw themselves free of the forest floor…

rise up on the verges of the ancient tracks…

and stretch out to drag you into their gully.

Warriors stand above their own graves and gaze through the larch vale, wind at their backs, looking down the valley to where we live in this land of spirits.

The tups on the hill are uneasy…

they feel it too.  Something stirring beneath the wet grass — everywhere, everything — waking — stretching — on the move.

Nature’s Show Garden!