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Living on the Edge 232; Home Comforts…

Well, hello! I’ve been missing in action for which I apologise. It all started on April 5th when, as it was my birthday, I thought I’d have a day off… and then a number of scupperings, steam rollers and a chain of interruptions occurred …

Anyway, it’s all ok now and I’m back at the table, older and wiser, but not in any helpful way…

How are you? I have put out the tea things and I’ve made some orange and almond cake, do have a slice.

The Little Houses have been most disconcerted to be in the back seat for so long and they are bursting to tell you about the latest goings on…

Living on the Edge 232; Home Comforts…

“’Livia,” whispered Glen. “’Livia, I’m scared”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” retorted Olivia. “There’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of.” But as soon as the words were out, she felt a chill creep through her and she knew she’d not be able to keep up the pretence of bravery for much longer… 

The initial idea had been a good one; next sunny day, let’s visit The Hollow with a picnic and enjoy exploring.

And, true to their word, when Sunday dawned like a lazy golden yawn stretching its arms to welcome them, they packed up a hamper and eagerly hurried out into the morning.

However, by the time they reached their destination, a thick mass of cloud had descended and an unpleasant cold, swirling wind was interrupting their fun. They were only at the outer edge of The Hollow and were near the crevice that formed its entrance but the swoosh of the birds’ wings as they circled and wove within was echoing eerily as if something was about to pluck them from the ground. Part of what was making the sound unnerving was, other than the noise of the wings, the lack of bird voices. Wait. Were they birds? Or bats? Olivia hated bats. Or were they something other? There were many ancient folklore stories about the place… Was there truth in them?

Ok,” said Olivia, beginning to feel nauseous at the building suspense, “I think we should leave.” And not waiting to find out what manner of creature had darted out from the crevice, they turned tail and hastily retreated. The picnic would taste just as good eaten in the safety of their own backyard… xxx

Extra things…

  1. There’s a little twirly video here
  2. Suffolk Open Studios My studio will be open for the weekends of June 15th & 16th and June 29th & 30th.
  3. I will let you know as soon as I open my online shop… It’ll be soon xxx

Pictures by Richard @ The Suffolk Project