Cae Mabon

It starts with a low moan then picks up to a wailing whine. Suddenly a swift gust comes near, whistling and flapping. Every tree has its...

This time of year Cae Mabon is essentially closed to groups. So I take up residence down in the Barn and use the quiet weeks to write....

Driving back home I sometimes go around what I think of as ‘the badlands of Birmingham’. I know this is unfair to people who live there...

For me one of the most exciting recent developments has been the discovery of new land by the river and the gradual emergence of a sacred...

Earlier this year my friend Dave Luke – who lived at Cae Mabon for six months in 2016 with his wife, author Anna Hope, and their baby...

Coming back to Snowdonia I’m always struck by the awesome splendour of the mountains. They may be small on a world scale but they are...

Over the last few winters I’ve been writing a memoir, ‘Not Even A Stick… To Support That Dream’. The core of the book is the tale of my...

Nearly fifty of us gathered around the fire in front of the Roundhouse. The sun’s slanting rays shone a golden light into the mossy oak...