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Making the Long Bow

White Witch and friends recently joined in the ancient art of making a traditional Long Bow - we spent two happy but tiring days making (with various levels of success!) a 'self-bow' from one large piece of wood.  A brilliant time was had by all! Below are some snapshots of the various stages to completion.


It starts like this......


.......and ends like THIS  !!!


White Witch and friends enjoy a well earned cuppa!
All photos by Debbie, White Witch

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The Witches' Tree Offering




All photos by Debbie, White Witch

Yew Trees by William Wordsworth (1803)

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,
 Which to this day stands single, in the midst
 Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore:
 Not loathe to furnish weapons for the Bands
 Of Umfraville or Percy ere they marched
 To Scotland's heaths; or those that crossed the sea
 And drew their sounding bows at Azincour,
 Perhaps at earlier Crecy, or Poictiers.
 Of vast circumference and gloom profound
 This solitary Tree! -a living thing
 Produced too slowly ever to decay;
 Of form and aspect too magnificent
 To be destroyed. But worthier still of note
 Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale,
 Joined in one solemn and capacious grove;
 Huge trunks! -and each particular trunk a growth
 Of intertwisted fibres serpentine
 Up-coiling, and inveteratley convolved, -
Nor uninformed with Fantasy, and looks
 That threaten the profane; -a pillared shade,
 Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue,
 By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged
 Perennially -beneath whose sable roof
 Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked
 With unrejoicing berries -ghostly Shapes
 May meet at noontide: Fear and trembling Hope,
 Silence and Foresight, Death the Skeleton
 And Time the Shadow; there to celebrate,
 As in a natural temple scattered o'er
 With altars undisturbed of mossy stone,
 United worship; or in mute repose
 To lie, and listen to the mountain flood
 Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.

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