Here at The Old Burrow, it is easier to sense the quiet underneath all things. I find the imagination loves that still space, where stories can take root and meaning begins to unfold. It is a gentle place, images and ideas arrive like birds to an open palm: tentative, delicate and full of unexpected truths.
Story and image, when shaped with care, can become a kind of sanctuary- not an escape from the world, but a deeper way of being within it. And something else happens too: the imagination, has a way of returning us to the world with clearer eyes. A flower seems more luminous. Birds over head become fireworks of joy. The whole world shimmers with a magic we had forgotten how to see.