A week, a walk

Waking to find that summer has been given back to us was a great relief. This week has not been easy, made worse by headache and weather. But this morning we walked in sunshine to the top of the hill.

First we walked past the ‘home stone’, large, from a rock that once was part of my house and now lies in the garden, then out, past Glyn’s and the curious plant that sends up a flower taller than me.

And the cats came too, The White cat and Elmo.

On top of the hill we played with stones and gold. The rain had left water for us to add to the magic.

See is you can spot the Pi reflection.

Light, water, stone, reflection.

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Dappled, we left this stone to live on the hill.

The cats walked, and here they look like some curious medieval marginalia creature, a cat so long, with a white head and an orange tail.

Robin came to find us, up on the hill, brought breakfast. I waited, with Elmo and Pi and The White Cat and Ivy, watched the world, read my book, played with stones.

The White Cat insinuated himself into the lichen covered rock, folder and flared himself.

The white Cat loves the labyrinth stones so much he feels the need to lick them. This seal dappled one was particularly attractive to him.


We came home through the fields and the flowers had loved the drinking of rain from the past few days, and the butterflies were loving the feel of the sun on their beautiful wings, and great dragonflies were hunting the fields.


I had wanted to finish the Help Musicians card this week, but was halted by headache. I did work hard though, on editing, and helping with designing the new editions of The Snow Leopard, and The Ice Bear and would like to thank Matthew, Joana and Peter at Graffeg for their patience with me as we went over and over the text, moving the words, changing the words, changing the font.

Here’s a few of the pages. If you have the original editions you can play spot the difference. Hoping these books will be out early September. They are large. As big as the Quiet Music of Gently Falling Snow and with the same lovely paper.

The first spread is from The Snow Leopard, then others from The Ice Bear.

So, this weekend I want to try and finish the Help Musicians Card and sit in the sun and walk with the dogs in sunshine, play with stones. My publishers should all be enjoying the weekend off, so no one will send me anything that needs my urgent attention.

Next week is a big week, with ‘cover reveals’ for The Lost Words on Tuesday. It’s been strange working on The Lost Words as always until this book I have shared my work in progress. So much of this book has been hidden and I feel a little nervous about it coming out into the open. It’s different. If all my other books, or most of them, have been soul songs, this one is the most curious soul song. At times working around it’s pages there was a real hum of deep, wild magic, so I hope it sets its seeds in peoples’ hearts and minds and grows there.



About Jackie

I am an artist and writer. I live in a small house by the sea in Wales where I write, paint, walk and watch and dream of bears and whales. I love to read, have a wish for wings and prefer the company of animals to that of humans, though at times I can be quite friendly. I am learning how to work with wood engraving tools and hoping to show that you can teach an old dog new tricks.
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7 Responses to A week, a walk

  1. Lindsay says:

    I love reading your Blogs and seeing your images. The tall plant is an Acanthus, more commonly known as Bear’s Britches (not sure why?).

  2. Barb Rogers says:

    Wonderful photos, as always. Thanks for sharing your art from your books. Love the white cat licking the stone! What a choice! Sorry to hear about your headaches, and hope they are behind you. Your walks are such a world different than mine…here in North Carolina mountains, and I do enjoy sharing the same sunshine and breezes through nature. Thanks!

  3. Bernie Bell says:

    I do wonder who The White Cat is – who’s inside there.

    There was a cat who lived here, at Woodwick House, called Thorfinn, and Thorfinn, most definitely wasn’t just Thorfinn the cat. Some folk were dis-concerted by him.
    He’s buried by the doocot – for now.

  4. alison says:

    longtime blog reader but never felt a need to comment before… I think that the Very Tall Curious Plant is actually an acanthus (possibly Acanthus mollis)

  5. Els says:

    As always love “walking along” on your walks (with all the animals 😉 …)
    That Acanthus is probably self seeded from someone’s garden ….
    (Ha, or someone is seeding Acanthuses like you are golden labyrinths … !)

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