Beltane morning – May 1st – had me up just before the sunrise and padding into the valley we call the Heavens. I know that many of my witchy sisters will have been jumping the Beltane fires last night on Beltane eve, and I love the thought of that. But I never seem to get a fire together to jump over, so the dawn is the next best magical thing!

So off to my special place – a hidden meadow above the waterfall – steeply sloping, with hawthorn, Holly, Ash and Oak…and the best bit – a very old and very big wild crab apple tree in the corner……

where I tied little prayers or wishes – sometimes known as clouties – onto its sweet branches

And of course Beltane wouldn’t be Beltane without washing my face in the dew – I am still waiting for everlasting youthful skin to be bestowed on me… and it will come, I know it!

Home then, past the badger sets, the three walnut trees, and lots and lots of frothy white Mayflowers….to hot chocolate and buttery toast. It’s going to be a good day….