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Black Fen

About Me

At the end of the last ice age, lush woodland grew here. Britain was connected to mainland Europe and the rivers of this area flowed into The Rhine.

As the ice retreated, the sea came in. Vast freshwater marshes formed, and the woodland drowned in stagnant water, forming deep black peat.

In more recent times, the marshes and meres have succumbed to drainage and the black soil has become much prized as prime agricultural land.

Black Fen is the home of the bold willows. Rooted in their ancestors, they fearlessly hold their heads in the teeth of a gale. It is a landscape of sky. And wind. And always the land.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 11/2/2007
Influences: Fertile earth, big skies, and the trees that connect them.
Sounds Like: Ivor Cutler having a nice cup of tea with Coil.
Type of Label: Unsigned

My Blog

Pupae

Romance isnt dead, its just resting...here, in my heart.It is a fragile thing,with quivering antennaeand delicate, shimmering wings.approach gently,because it is easily startled.
Posted by on Tue, 20 Jan 2009 10:15:00 GMT

Beneath The Surface

There are no stars,just moonlightreflected from ripplesin the river sky.There is no time,just scenery changingas we bob alongin the river sky.There is no love,just eddies circlingin the ebb and flowof...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 16:56:00 GMT

Clouds

Clouds are gatheringto discuss your future.The consensus seems to bethat you will have wet feet by tea time.
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 16:57:00 GMT

Whisky and stars

The plough turns in the northern sky.I watch with furrowed brow,contemplating the enormity of the cosmos.
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 15:51:00 GMT

Lammas

Ears of corn,blowing in the summer breeze.Awake at dawn,whisper to themwhile no one else is around.Corn connects to earth.All things come and go around.Wait to see what next year brings.
Posted by on Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:07:00 GMT

Even when it’s raining...

I can play outsideeven when it's raining.because I've got waterproof skin!
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jul 2008 16:48:00 GMT

In the beginning...

In the beginning there was a story, and it had been going on for some time. There were people in this story, some of whom knew they were part of a story, some who merely played their part, and some wh...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jul 2008 16:49:00 GMT

Quietly Amused

Happy is the man who is quietly amused by the world about him.I've been cultivating this state of mind for years.As any keen gardener will tell you,successful cultivation requires equal measuresof sun...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Jul 2008 12:33:00 GMT

Signal to noise

Sometimes the sound of the rain outsidereminds me of a television with no aerial connected.I wonder what we would discoverif we could tune into it...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 18:49:00 GMT

Solstice

Almanac publishers are a lazy bunch.They reprint old editionswith nothing but the date on the cover changed,and hope that no one will notice.They've been getting away with this for years.Homo semi-sap...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Jun 2008 09:41:00 GMT