The feel of the land where I am living has changed so much this last few weeks, I don't think I have seen so much green all around me, ever, I am enclosed in what feels like a secret, hidden, magical world.
I walk out of my door and within a few yards I am in dense woodland and forest.
My village is surrounded by meadows and trees, the nearest neighbouring small villages are three miles away and the closest small town is six miles from here. So each day when I am not indoors working on my art I am out walking along the lanes and paths surrounded by hedgerow and ancient trees.
This has been a very inspiring, special time, that I will never forget, my weird ,wonderful Weardale will always be in my heart...
But now it is time to move on, back to my moors. At the end of the week I will be moving back to Haworth in Yorkshire, to my windswept moors of heather and the Rowan and Kestrels flying overhead...
This is magickal moving and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGoddess Rosemary Sahjaza
Thank you Sister :-) x
DeleteGood luck with your move, this is a very looking magical place, but I am sure the moors at Haworth in Yorkshire will also be very magical, thank you for sharing these beautiful photos, hope all goes smoothly with your move......
ReplyDeleteHey Bhodi, thank you :-) x
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ReplyDeleteVery interesting the first and third photo ...