Some art... old and new

I thought I'd add a few pictures here. Some are old paintings, recently rediscovered lurking in the dark and mysterious depths of my studio...

First though, is a new one...

Medusa

And now an old one...

The Mermaid's Egg

This was painted as long ago as 1999 as an alternative cover for the book I wrote on mermaids. The publisher went with a different image in the end

Another old picture, again from 1999

Rainbow & Moonstaff

And another old painting....

The Swan Queen

And finally (for now), something else new... although not a painting this time, but a little hobgoblin chap that lives behind the stove in my fireplace

A Walk in the Woods....

Just north of the village is a beautiful woodland, that follows a river valley. It's one of my favorite places to walk the dog, especially in spring when the wood is full of bluebells...

This is Halsdon NR, and it is a stronghold for otters, although I'm yet to see one here

Some amazing tree shapes and roots...

And some faery houses...

and an old derelict cottage

the chimney stack still standing... mostly

and this is Willow...

and me...

http://www.devonwildlifetrust.org/reserve/Halsdon/

Blagdon Manor

In 1976 I moved, with my parents and grandparents, from London to Devon. It was a move that greatly affected my way of thinking and most definitely influenced the course of my life.

My family have roots in Devon, so in a way, it was a bit like coming home. My Grandmother grew up in India, but was originally from Devon, where her family had been farmers on the eastern slopes of Dartmoor. The house we moved to in 1976 was not a farm though, but rather, an Elizabethan manor house on the outskirts of Torbay, called Blagdon Manor.

Blagdon Manor, Devon

As a bit of a nerdy child (although for that I make no apologies!), I had always been fascinated by history, the more ancient the better, and now I found myself surrounded by more history than I could ever have hoped for. And I was living right inside it!
This, of course, was all in the days before the internet, but I managed to do a bit of research and discovered that the building of Blagdon Manor had previously been called Blagdon Barton, and had its origins in the 1400's. The present building, dated 1567 (there is a date stone over the front entrance) had been built by George Kirkham. The Kirkhams had inherited the estate from Sir Robert le Deneis in the late 1200's and held it until the 1630's when Sir William Kirkham died, and the manor and estate passed by marriage to the Blounts of Ugbrooke House.

I had moved to this amazing place at the age of 12, from a small house in a London suburb. What an adventure! You can imagine the effect such a change would have on me.
There was a great hall and a minstrel gallery, huge fireplaces and plenty of land to run riot in. And of course there were the obligatory ghosts (one apparently of a murdered maid, although I suspect all old manors have one of these don't they?)

The Great Hall

Rather than being frightened by the prospect of living in a haunted house, I relished it and a fascination with all things other-worldly developed...

The minstrel gallery

But that's another story.

Even now, over 30 years later I live in an old haunted house. A bit more modest maybe, just a little thatched cottage in west Devon built around 1650. But of course, once again full of history!

My House today...