LauraMagical deep sleep, waiting for something—spring, a great change, a re-awakening. This fairy statue is on a high chalk hill in the South Downs, West Sussex. Who led her there? Who made her? Who laid her down to sleep? Who wakens her when it’s time? I stumbled on her out walking, she creeps me out.
The natural flint knuckles look like bleached bones, these stones work their way out the soil, people harvest flint fields for building material.