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A litle house in Hangzhou by Diego Cambiaso on Flickr.
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This looks like something that would happen in my friends’ meadow. I’m crossing all my fingers for beautiful days and nights there this summer.
I am like really terrible sometimes at being human.
I kind of want to walk around and just squawk at people like a peacock and hope they will accept my invitation of friendship.
This morning, my class was cancelled so we went up into the woods, mostly to look at the bluebells, but we discovered an animal sett, we all argued of which animal, but probably stoat or weasel, but badger and fox were contenders, beside which lay a perfect but inside-out rabbit skin, minus legs. Which I joyously claimed, deciding I would tan in.
I don’t have any pictures of it as it was in the wood, because my battery died, but I have some of it slit at the shortest point and laid out in my garden.


I’m tanning it, and it will become a trophy of my days as an ecology & conservation student. I really hope to get over my squeamishness of dead animals and value them as resources.
After some googling, and a household lack of alum, I have left the pelt to soak in a salt/water/vinegar mix. I’ll leave it there 3 days then stretch it and anoint it with egg and hopefully that will produce something I can be proud of.
I painted a mask for the fair at the weekend, to go with my pixie outfit.
I am extortionately excited; I get to go camping (YAY I LOVE CAMPING!) in gorgeous woods and estate lands, with 600 year old oaks, a beautiful place that’s close to my heart. I get to meet and see amazing people, I get to drink good cider and enjoy Pete’s campfire and dance to great music. And I GET PAID, I camp for free and get paid, maybe it’s only £40 but still income.
Oh yeah, I get to dress up as a pixie. Best part.
It will also mark the one year anniversary of me deciding that I would be a ‘singular being’ - I can’t rely on people to be there for me, I decided I would be there for myself and me satisfied with my own company. I found that very liberating.
I finally made it up to the wood to see the bluebells.
And take a few pictures before my phone battery died.
I was always a little ‘on the hedge’ about bluebells, I clumped them with my dislike for all ‘bulb’ plants, with hyacinths and daffodils, but there is something about how they carpet the wood, how they are a part of the English coppice woodland that I love so much…they have grown on me. I love the scent, their subtle floweriness. They will be something I treasure every spring.