Hunting Coven of the Old Craft

COVEN LIFE in photo’s

This page is a mish mash of photo’s of the AC and our friends and shows life as a witch and a coven member is more than just ritual and craft work. A Coven is a family, a family who share all the love, joys and heartaches that come to us all…But being a Coven Witch is above all, our whole life, and its great fun too. These photo’s are purposely mixed up to emphasise how fundamental the craft is in our lifes and how it shapes every moment.

Our Lady watches the ‘Bride’ doll wash out to sea at Imbolc

Our friend, author and artist Poppy Palin

Open ritual with the Dolmen Grove


Fun at a fundraising Schelmish gig

Summer Solstice

At the Witches Ball

Our friend and author, Kit Berry

Winter Solstice at Avebury

Dancing the fire labyrinth at the Wessex Gathering



5 responses

  1. Kim

    I love your beautiful pictures and the adorable fox’s . Blessed Be !

    January 5, 2012 at 11:49 am

  2. Hæksa

    Realy nice pictures!
    Nick: you have a very beautiful wand.
    Blessed Be!

    Best wishes from a coven in Norway

    May 10, 2012 at 8:53 pm

  3. Steve Bewers

    The Winding Path

    My path lies in the dimming woods
    Among the stately trees
    In the wild wood I’ll walk
    At the coming of the eve

    My path lies in the open air
    Upon the windswept plains
    I will walk where the long grass blows
    And corn holds aloft its grains

    My path lies in the misty vale
    At the turning of autumn leaf
    At Lughnassadh I’ll walk the wolds
    And my own appointments keep

    My path lies with the ancient ones
    In their honour I will serve
    And by the grace of the ancient Gods
    I’ll walk in their preserve

    As the eve of Sahmain comes
    I’ll walk among the veil
    I’ll hold repast with ancestors
    By ancient tomb and trail

    And now is the time of the Holly King
    The dark time his to rule
    In the deepest winter night
    Comes a new day born at Yule

    At Imbolc I will rise again
    As does the Oaken King
    As The Holly King subsides
    A snowdrop, tiny precious thing

    At the merry Beltane tide
    I’ll come to dance and sing
    For now as the days grow warm and long
    We’ll welcome in the Spring

    In the height of the summer sun
    At the time of longest day
    We’ll sing in the hope of fair harvest
    And cut the summer hay

    And Lughnassadh is first harvest
    With blackberry, hop and corn
    We’ll all be out in the early mist
    In the grey light just ere dawn

    This land is the world of the ancient gods
    Whose bodies are the soil
    Whose rivers feed the ancient woods
    Whose wind will fill my sail

    And now I pledge my self to them
    The ancient ones all around
    Until I have passed on through the veil
    And my body’s in the ground.

    Good to know you’re there!

    Blessed be!

    April 12, 2013 at 11:50 pm

  4. Barbara

    Fantastic pics , wish i could be there , Bright Blessings to all )O(

    September 5, 2013 at 6:53 pm

  5. malcolm tearle

    Wonderful, in touch with the land and the old ways. I myself am just about to start a small coven in Watford, Hertfordshire, based on my family initiations, and Cornish Witchcraft, thanks to Gemma Gary. Blessings.

    October 27, 2013 at 7:48 am

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