There is a sacred spot on a sacred landscape, in a sacred country called England. My birthplace, where I was raised, nurtured and inspired by her geology, literature, music and creative mythology.

To William Blake, the poet, England was Albion. To Thomas Hardy, Dorset was the home of heroines - from Bathsheba Everdene to Tess of the D’urbervilles. To Vaughan Williams, the Lark Ascending was the music of a Malvern morning in Spring. This cultural heritage is in my blood. Such riches to have been gifted. I’ve carried these treasures with me to France and Portugal, where I share them with various global pilgrims.

My precious son and his family, now live in Somerset. Near an old church on the Saint Michael ley line. Ley lines have been an interest of mine for some decades, and the Saint Michael ley line is worth exploring. These sites of deep meaning, offer us refuge and sustenance in a world gone mad. They nourish our soul like spring water. For they are the source we seek. To refresh ourselves from the grind and the dust of our daily lives.