Dreams Are Real 010: Travel Diary - The Village
Wednesday, May 26, 2010 at 12:14AM 
I'm painting away tonight and will have some new work up soon. Until then here's a bit more from my travels.
I've become fascinated with the addresses of small villages in England. My friend Sheryl's has three 'nears' in the address itself. So to make it simple I will call it Orton.
From the first time I set foot in the Village I knew its roads. Sheryl laughed at me as I cut ahead of her leading her down the streets she had lived for so many years. It's a village that keeps to itself. It's not the people who decide who comes into the village but the land. Our favorite haunt, which is said to be haunted itself is the Ramblewood which was once the home of the Marquesses of Huntly. The Ramblewood pub was formerly the stable. The village itself is not easily accessible, you have to walk through the forest and through the Redwoods, be aware of the Giant Hogweed, which apparently resembles Cow Parsely, whatever that is, and past the wall where the monks used to pray. There is also a field that during WWII was a common place to dig for victory. I took a few pictures of the village and hopefully when I am not so tired will be able to write more about it.
Sheryl gave me this plaque for my birthday. A gift from beyond one could say and made me a gorgeous dress which I will post soon.
Atchin Tan means stopping place in Romani. In Holly speak "It's only temporary."
Atchin Tan, England, Sheryl, The Ramblewood, The Village, gypsy in Dreams Are Real 
Reader Comments (3)
I finally found your blog(!) after reading your email (will reply tomorrow - off to jump in the bath & then early night)! Your pictures came out really well didn't they? Gosh - me and Wiglet both look rather round!!! :D Nigel and I put daisies through the holes in her collar today - she looked very pretty! The house with the "monk windows" now has a plethora of pink roses climbing all over it - I noticed today, they just shot up. So pretty. Look at the Pilsbury Dough Man! I shan't be able to look at the church board in the same way again after that - I will always see him smiling at me!!! We all miss you! Come back soon :) (Learn to thatch!!!!)
I wish I was there now! I don't understand this city anymore. I was gone for two weeks and I feel like it rearranged itself! Been reading the Gypsy book you gave me and it's got me to thinking. I'll tell you more in an email.
-Alain Silberstein Swiss made watches There is also a field that during WWII was a common place to dig for victory.