Friday 16 July 2010

Who Knows Woodwose

They are set, frozen for evermore in the cold stone where they have stood, inert, for centuries. The Woodwose, hairy all over, and often wielding a club, lurking on the edge of our imagination...



They say that he is a mythical figure; a liminal outsider living on the margins of civilisation. Imagine then, if you will, that such a creature might step free from the frozen-stoned stance and walk freely about the church. Fanciful? Maybe...


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