Giles Watson's poetry and prose
Faerie hawthorn
They don't come much more Rackhamesque than this. I'm sure that after I photographed this wonderful hawthorn tree in one of the glacial valleyes in the chalk on the Berkshire downs, it scratched its head, did a little dance behind my back, and then assumed an entirely different pose in order to enchant the next passer-by. Not that there are many passers-by in this particular place.
Faerie hawthorn
They don't come much more Rackhamesque than this. I'm sure that after I photographed this wonderful hawthorn tree in one of the glacial valleyes in the chalk on the Berkshire downs, it scratched its head, did a little dance behind my back, and then assumed an entirely different pose in order to enchant the next passer-by. Not that there are many passers-by in this particular place.