Painswick; village of Pan.

Painswick Rococco Gardens. Highly recommended if ever you get the chance. The area has a surprising history of association and involvement with Pan, from a book written about Pan terrorising the villagers of Painswick (written by a resident), to the construction of a ‘house of Pan’ in nearby woods, as a site of invocations to Pan and neo Pagan rituals by the local gentry in the 1930’s (or thereabouts) and the local church once having, incredibly, a statue of Pan on its tower. The statue is now buried ; whereabouts unknown, after a particularly sour vicar ordered its removal. The associations go deeper still; the village and area seem steeped in Pan worship. Oddly, when I reached my starting point for a walk to visit the site of the old ‘house of Pan’, my iphone was playing a song called ‘we are all Pan’s people’. A good omen I thought.

The Great God Pan himself, in Painswick Gardens.

The folly tea house.

The plunge pool.

Painswick church, 1930’s style.

Yew walk.

The onanistic gargoyle.


Bluebells and Arums

May means trips to WestWoods for the famous display of bluebells. It really is a natural wonder though; to see nothing but an ongoing carpet of blue-ness rolling on beneath the trees as far as one can see. Amazing. Walking through the woods around Barrow Common today though I was struck by how they play host to a similar spectacle: Wild Garlic or Ramsons. In just the same way, the forest floor there is just a mass of white flowers everywhere. Just as amazing as the bluebells.

I’ve scaled these images at 100% so apologies if you are viewing on a smaller screen as they probably wont fit (but honestly, they wouldn’t look that great small anyway).

The Arums are back, though I can’t seem to find any larger ones that haven’t been eaten. The quest continues.

For Aaron, English Woodland Springtime (enjoy):

And finally; not a great picture but I just wanted a shot of nothing but ramson flowers: