ELEN COUNTRY
Stories from beyond the edge.
For them as enjoy hedge-riding where the map don’t go
Moon Wise the 13 Celtic Moons
Wednesday StoryPod.
Friday Bonewood
Sundays
is Serial Story time
either …
The Shapeshifters’ Arms
or …
The Deadly Duo: Clueso & Vlad
The kettle’s on … do come in, have a chat 🫖
Hedge Rider
I follow the old tracks, the deer trods and the half-forgotten roads that wander between worlds.
The older I get, the stranger and more companionable the Natural world becomes.
ROOTS
The lands that shaped me are the wild edges of Britain and France.
They were born in my bones and have never left.
THE FOLK WHO MADE ME
A witch grandmother from the Isle of Mann
A Roma stepmother
A cyfarwydd father
Uncles who talked to animals, bees, raptors and snakes.
The land is my kith.
The critters are my Kin
Hollow Bone Farm is in the back of beyond
I share it with my mad-scientist partner, black witchy cat, and a host of wildlife.
Quantum with the Cornflakes has been my life.
Kellan Cat
My Familiar Spirit
Familiars choose us, we don’t choose them,
and we belong to them not t’other way round.
And where would I be without mine?
Up shit creek and not a paddle in sight!
I am so, so pleased she chose me.
Kellan always has my back,
I’d never think of working without her.
