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Norman’s Woe from Wonson’s Cove, East Gloucester, Sept. 1917, Augustus W. Buhler
James B. Hand Fine Art
Babcia, Wolf & Pine Marten were watching an exciting film about the Yukon. Old Fox had gone out. He always disappeared on Old Midsummer Eve - where, no one knew. But that night, Pine Marten dreamt of grey horses & filigree crowns & silvered stars, cold as ice over the Downs.
An 18th century Italian ‘“Devant de Corsage” or stomacher, shaken out of a silvery willow tree into the damp evening grass by a cote of sympathetic doves.
For those tower-bound, imprisoned in clouds as heavy as urns, as heavy as ashes, a Victorian mourning brooch, feathered with a cold black glitter of enamel and glass.
The sky was the colour of Old Fox's pewter & the thunder was rumbling around Barrowdown like a fierce old god who'd forgotten where his worshippers dwelt. Pine Marten was scared of storms, but he was safe inside with his bowl of Babcia’s hot chocolate, made with condensed milk.
Mouse & her mother had found a crate of apples at the gate, left by Old Fox. They heaved it into the kitchen & unpacked a glory of Melcombe Russets & Tom Putts & Winter Stubbards. They put on their pinnies & spent the afternoon in clouds of sugar, making tartes & crumbles & pies.
Woman with a Unicorn
Alice Rhenna Lenkiewicz (b.1964)
Robert Lenkiewicz Liverpool Collection
The Bishop had offered to drive the Bear home in his temperamental Riley, which he drove at a steady 15 mph. Out of Dorchester they rattled, exhaust belching smoke, until, a couple of miles into the countryside, they passed a figure sitting on the verge, hunched over in pain.