wandering the dreaming woods

The afternoon is sea-washed and sigh-quiet. I am enjoying a lingering gentleness coolness which allows me to be cosy under an old eiderdown and to drink lots of tea - because soon enough it will be hot here, cracked-earth hot, relentlessly breathlessly hot until I forget how difficult winter can be and wish all over again for the cold and the white, the wild fanged skies.

I have some links for you today, things gathered up during my week's amble around the internet. But I've got fairytales on my mind at the moment ... roses, tangled bushes, whispering birds in the ancient woodland ... so I hope you're in a mood for something like magic :

Imagine having your portrait taken in this enchanting ruin of an Irish castle. I can almost glimpse ghosts of swan-princesses and lovelorn kings which must drift through these stones.

Amethyst Moon. So lovely. I shared a couple of their pictures on my new pinterest boards.

Gypsy witch diaries. Writing your day in books like these would make even the simplest accounts seem like magic and beautiful adventures.

Peach & lavender scones.

This tumblr of period film stills & book design. For the romantics amongst us.

I am currently reading Jamaica Inn by Daphne du Maurier and in my mind it looks a lot like this. I dimly remember watching the Jane Seymour version way back when; it was responsible for teaching the little forest girl that I was to fall in love with wind-wracked, moonlit moors.


  1. Beautiful picture Sarah. I love the sound of your sea-washed and sigh-quiet afternoon. Looking at your links was a visual treat - I don't know how you manage to find them all. I read Jamaica Inn a few years ago now - and can't remember much - I think another read of it is due - although I always preferred Rebecca - there is something very wonderful in stories about Cornwall. The author I am reading at the moment always features it in her books too.

  2. Wonderful...all your links. Lovely places to visit on a Saturday morning. We are approaching Autumn here in New England (USA), which is my favorite season.

  3. when i was a child, i found boxes of books in my grandmother's attic, and took a few to read, including something by daphne du maurier. i was able to read it, but too young to understand it, and cannot remember which book it was. but when i see her name, i am immediately transported back to that attic, the boxes, and how grown up i felt. xoxo

  4. i find myself very covetous of a gypsy journal now...what pretty books she makes.

    peach & lavender scones, yes please. 2, please, extra butter, clotted cream, & a pot of lavender grey tea...

    i will add that version of "jamaica inn" to my films list! wasn't aware of it---thank you.

  5. these are beautiful link, Sara. I especially love the tumblr one. sigh.