Early Sun Lights The Fens

Summer Perfect


   Apart from the slight cool breeze that surfs the open fields of the east, a more perfect summer morning you could never wish for, sunshine heats the rich soil while crops ripen and hedgerows are awash with fruits and wild herb, already the larder that nature presents is there awaiting the chance to enrich our evening meals and bring goodness to our diets.
   While swift hunts high above the flat lands and swallow fly the reed and sedge beds of the marsh, this rich mythical world in which we live turns from one of cold hard winds and ice wrapped mornings to this amazing nature filled land of organic wild wonder, a place where only the waters were reclaimed but never was nature tamed, a land where great fish swim the waters and great bird fly the skies and where the people know and respect the lands that fed the lost and forgotten folk who's voices still ride the winds of the fens.
   For this bead maker the hopes of a few hours in the kitchen garden will ease the long day ahead, a day of fire and glass that will both excite and annoyingly tease at times, a day when the magical tricks of the flame will cross over with the mundane task of dipping countless steel mandrel and beads of all colours will find room in that warn kiln for the night.