I saw a stoat the other week. It was a fleeting moment, like, mere seconds, but I'm still carrying the magic of it with me. I whispered, 'be safe, friend,' as it threw itself away from the footpath and bounded into the woodland. I said 'be safe' primarily because the stoat was fleeing into woodland… Continue reading 100 Days Of Blogging #30 – My Friend The Stoat
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 