I was depressed and suicidal when the debut issue of Cunning Folk emerged a few years ago. I wanted it badly. But I didn't buy it. It was around £15 or so, with the postage and packing and the ever-so-miserable voice in my ever-so-heavy head said I couldn't afford it. I watched, from a distance, as this new… Continue reading Cunning Folk Magazine : The Air Issue
Earlier this year, Pagan Fortress made a limited run of tapes of Cave Mouth's third album, Daughters of the North. I can say, proud as a peacock, that they all sold out. But, my best friend (and probably the most gifted and wisest man I know) Nafre,* who lives in the Canadian Arctic, did a very special photoshoot… Continue reading Cave Mouth In The Whale Mouth
Oh, hi there. I last posted a stupidly long time ago. Between the times of yore and now, a fair bit has gone on. Five of the most significant things include: moving into a cottage in the North York Moors National Park, revolutionizing my relationship with food*, deleting Instagram, creating balanced days* and not giving up… Continue reading A Wyrd Of Her Own
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 