HANNA'S WALK

Woods

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me. John Fowles

The Magic Fairy Land

Have you ever been out in field and woodland, by streams and lakes, by a tree all in blossom or a hedgerow laden with berries – and just felt sure that you were not alone? That’s how Teresa Moorey… Read More

A lovely day in the month of May

May

… det var maj som kom. Nu kom der en dame ud af vognen.   “Frøken Maj!” sagde hun. I sommertøj med galocher; hun havde en bøgebladegrøn silkekjole på, anemoner i håret, og hun duftede dertil sådan af skovmærker, så… Read More