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
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The Cauldron of the Allta Cailleach 
I love your beautiful pictures and the adorable fox’s . Blessed Be !
January 5, 2012 at 11:49 am
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
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
Fantastic pics , wish i could be there , Bright Blessings to all )O(
September 5, 2013 at 6:53 pm
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