I can see the colourful fields rolling out far across to the sea, spread like a bobbly green wonky patchwork quilt, it reminds me of childhood memories of Alice Through the Looking Glass...
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The Black Shawl
The Black Shawl also know as Do You Love An Apple, is a traditional song that was found and recorded all over the British Isles and Ireland by the early victorian collectors, with many variations. I don’t sing many love songs, usually preferring those about the darker side of life, and The Black Shawl is [...]
A Day in My Life!
somebody stepped on my face and then shouted in my ear, and I wondered is that the stuff that inspiration is made of?
The Storyteller
Humans have been teaching their young through storytelling since the beginning! Story brings meaning and purpose; it helps us to make sense of the World and it opens our Hearts, Your Heart is a part of the Universe.....
The Timeless Oak
Ever since I could open my mouth to sing I have had a great passion for trees. I can remember as a small child having a deep sense of their importance to me and to all beings, I had an idea that we belong together and I associated places with the trees that grew there. [...]
Fire Song.
Thank You everything that can possibly be thanked, it’s March at long last, and I have made it through another English winter without killing anyone and I still have my major faculties and all my own teeth. Not only is March fantastic because Spring is on its way, bunnies are hopping, the birds [...]
The Ancient Music of Hedgerows
This week I have had the very great fortune of parking my tiny home right next to an abundantly wild and tall hedgerow. I have often been inspired by the beauty and complexity of hedgerows; there is one in particular that I have had the pleasure of walking slowly along, almost every day for several [...]
Have Penny Whistle – Will Travel.
I once hitch-hiked from Oxford to the Isle of Skye and then to the West Coast of Ireland. That adventure changed the course of my life, or so the story goes…. One day I was playing my penny whistle in one of those rather undesirable (depending on your perspective) studenty squat type houses, you [...]
Fiddlers’ Joy!
I don’t remember the first time I saw a violin, but as a child I saw the violin as a mystical being, a will o the wisp, and of all musical instruments, it had a strange allure for me, but I don’t remember if I ever actually asked for one, somehow I had picked up [...]
The Music of Wild Dogs on a Windy Moor!
I don’t know if I chose to be a folk musician, or if I was born that way. My earliest memories of music are of my mother singing - classical choral, pop and folk music. My mother has a beautiful voice, I remember being utterly enchanted by it; I would lie in bed (when [...]
