I love how this plant flirts with us humans dangling black jewels that some ancient part of us knows is sacred nectar. Wading breast high to get to the big ones hung up in birch I wonder, how did folk fare without jeans and sturdy boots! In the heat of […]

700m of deer fencing is up! it’s time tae release the oaklings, rowanlings, hazelings fae captivity ~ nine years we’ve been tending this land without deer fencing. last year we took the leap and invested in fencing for part of the land. seems like there’s a collective sigh of relief […]

I found umpteen oaklings while puin bracken fae the maw o the sleeping dragon. Joyful scrunching, birdsong, heart song accompanied the great piling up towers of bracken to be devoured by the days and moon full nights into delicious crumble  topping for the fruit trees and bushes themselves biding time […]

I woke up to a beautiful thin layer of snow and a timely reminder that it’s still winter and it’s ok to be slow and be on the croft dreaming! We’ve done a lot of sewing and knitting this winter in our house – I’ve loved making this cloth binding […]

cider…nice, warmly, giggly cider! our fist wild ferment too

this weekend an amazing widswummin fae Kintyre told me that her other half is coring 7 thousand year old hazel stools……first my chest, heart, stomach then brain started tingling with sheer joy and excitement at the thought of it here’s me posin wi the strainer posts. Number 6 is in […]

which one of these acorns holds the golden dress….

learned a new song to sing to the apple trees whilst nourishing them with some homegrown compost…an absolutely lush way too spend a couple of hours.thanks to Lusi Al for the wassailing song share

…..and of all the trees that are in the wood, the regen wears the crown…. another lush couple of hours looking after the trees, using rotted down sitka tree stumps to mulch over the compost around the apple trees and starting to clear around the hazel. in awe of the […]

using the power of the wolf moon these past three days – hole digging, tree care and stomping around trampling brambles like an aurochs. check out the colour of the clay in the hole, it was like cutting butter!