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Little Hope's Apple Tree Abode

Nestled high in the embrace of a towering apple tree, a tiny shack whispers tales of love and loss. Crafted from driftwood and twigs, its walls are adorned with moss and vines, weaving it seamlessly into the living tapestry of Summerland. Though humble in its construction, it resonates with a profound warmth, for it is the dwelling place of Hope Wylder, a soul whose existence transcends the boundaries of the earthly realm.

Born of love but denied the chance to bloom in the land of the living, Hope lives on in the hearts and imaginations of her parents. Their love for her, a constant flame, nourishes her spirit. Yet, Hope is no mere echo of a life unlived. She is a vibrant, playful soul with a spirit as expansive as the sky.

She feasts on the crisp, juicy apples that grow from the very roof of her home, each bite a testament to the enduring connection between her and the land that nurtured her. Laughter spills from her lips as she swings from the sturdy rope swing hanging beneath her abode, her joy echoing through the rustling leaves.

Though denied a life on earth, Hope embraces the beauty of Summerland. She weaves tales of adventures she never lived, her words painting vibrant pictures of a world she can only imagine. Her songs, filled with both longing and acceptance, carry her spirit through the meadows and across the glistening streams.

But amidst her own joys, Hope never forgets the brothers she left behind. Their love, a shared thread that binds them across worlds, is a constant presence in her heart. She watches over them from afar, a guardian angel whispering words of encouragement and love.

£ 350 +P&P

Angharad’s Pottery

Angharad's home, crafted from the same earth that inspires her art, is more than a dwelling; it is a living tapestry. Each piece of pottery, meticulously crafted and imbued with her spirit, whispers tales of the land and its people. They line the shelves like silent guardians, their glazed surfaces catching the sunlight and transforming into miniature suns, casting rainbows of light across the room.

Angharad herself is a creature of both earth and sun. Her silver hair, as long as the moonlight, flows in the breeze, while her heart-shaped glasses reflect the golden warmth that radiates from within. In her hands, even the most ordinary piece of clay becomes a vessel of magic. Her fingers dance across the surface, coaxing out shapes and textures that mirror the very essence of life itself.

Fruit trees, laden with bounty, stand guard over her sanctuary, providing sustenance and inspiration. Their sweet fragrance mingles with the earthy scent of clay, creating a heady aroma that speaks of creation and rebirth.

Angharad is a woman of peace, content in the simple joys of her existence. On sunny days, you might find her sitting on her porch, surrounded by her creations. Each pot and jug whispers stories to each other, tales carried by the wind and shared with the curious ear.

Sometimes, she works on a new piece, her brow furrowed in concentration as her fingers mold and shape the clay. At other times, she simply sits and observes, bathed in the golden glow of the sun, drawing inspiration from the beauty that surrounds her.

Her laughter, warm and genuine, echoes through the trees like a melody composed by nature itself. It speaks of a heart that is full of joy and a spirit that is eternally in tune with the rhythms of the earth.

Angharad's sanctuary is a beacon of light and creativity in the realm of Summerland. It is a testament to the power of art, the beauty of nature, and the enduring spirit of a woman who finds solace and joy in the simple act of creation.

£ 350 +P&P

The Guild hall

The Guild Hall in Summerland, a testament to the vibrant creative spirit that permeates this ethereal realm, is a place of wonder and constant evolution. Unlike many of the whimsical structures that drift across the Summerland landscape, the Guild Hall remains relatively stationary, a beacon for the community's artisans. In this realm where every soul indulges in at least one craft, the Guild Hall serves as a bustling hub of creativity and shared passion. Freed from the constraints of earthly existence, where the demands of survival often stifled their artistic pursuits, Summerlanders revel in exploring their passions with renewed vigor. Here, the concept of capitalism is utterly foreign. Driven solely by curiosity and a desire to express themselves, they freely engage in crafts that fascinated them during their earthly lives, now with the time and freedom to truly delve into their artistic endeavors.

The Guild Hall operates with an effortless grace, a testament to the harmonious nature of Summerland. There is no need for caretakers or staff, no rigid schedules or bureaucratic hurdles. The community, guided by an innate sense of shared purpose and respect, maintains the space with effortless ease. Tools and materials appear and disappear as needed, a testament to the magical nature of this ethereal realm. The Guild Hall, in essence, is a living reflection of the Summerlanders themselves – a vibrant, ever-changing space where creativity flows freely and the joy of creation knows no bounds.

£ 350 +P&P

Cornelius Tucker's Home

Coddiwompling amidst the fantastical landscapes of Summerland, is Cornelius Tucker's Traveling Cottage, a dwelling as curious and adventurous as its inhabitant himself.

Cornelius, a man of boundless spirit and insatiable curiosity, led a life brimming with adventure, traversing distant lands and collecting souvenirs of his journeys, usually in the form of a wife here or there but often here and there at the same time.

His shelves groan under the weight of books and maps, charting the contours of both the living world and the realm of Summerland. Cornelius, a man with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, finds solace in the company of these silent guides, their pages filled with stories of courage, discovery, and the boundless possibilities that lie beyond the horizon.

On a sun-kissed day, you might encounter Cornelius's Traveling Cottage nestled amidst a meadow, its presence a harmonious blend with the vibrant hues of wildflowers. Or, perhaps, you'll find it perched atop a windswept cliff, its silhouette etched against the vast expanse of the ocean, a beacon of adventure amidst the untamed wilderness where the echoes of laughter mingle with the whispering of wind through the eaves, and where the dreams of a wandering soul find solace and inspiration.

£ 350 +P&P

Leslie and Evelyn Harvey’s Home

Nestled amidst the verdant embrace of an otherworldly tree in the fantastical realm of Summerland stands a whimsical treehouse, a testament to love and artistry. This haven of weathered wood and intricate carvings, a sanctuary born from the imagination of Leslie, a gardener and baker of renown, beckons with an irresistible charm.

Leslie, a man of quiet solitude yet boundless creativity, poured his heart and soul into crafting this arboreal abode, transforming the tree's sturdy branches into a refuge of dreams. With patient hands and a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he coaxed the tree into whispering verses of love and adventure, its rustling leaves composing symphonies of enchantment.

Then, as if guided by the whispers of the wind, Evelyn, a poet and painter whose soul resonated with the magic of Summerland, ascended from the living world. Drawn by an inexplicable force, she found herself standing at the threshold of Leslie's arboreal haven, her heart filled with wonder and anticipation.

Together, Leslie and Evelyn embraced their shared sanctuary, their lives intertwining amidst the whispering leaves and dappled sunlight. They found solace in the treehouse's rustic charm, its walls adorned with Leslie's intricate carvings and paintings, each stroke imbued with his whimsical spirit.

In this realm of boundless possibilities, where time flows like a gentle stream, Leslie and Evelyn's love story unfolded, forever etched in the annals of Summerland.

£ 350 +P&P

Bessie Blount’s home and kindergarten

In the sun-dappled meadows of Summerland, where laughter echoes through the ages, resides Bessie Blount, a woman whose beauty and grace transcended the realms of the living. Once admired by kings and beloved by many, her spirit now finds solace in the joyful cries of children, a new melody that dances through her soul.

Bessie's earthly life was a whirlwind of grandeur and intrigue. Her captivating beauty caught the eye of none other than Henry VIII, England's formidable king. Their bond deepened not just through stolen glances, but in the shared passion for dance. Bessie's movements were poetry in motion, captivating the king and earning her the coveted title of his preferred dancing partner.

This dance, however, led to a different kind of intimacy. Bessie became the mother of Henry Fitzroy, the king's firstborn son. Yet, unlike many of Henry's other partners, Bessie managed to escape the tragic fate that often befell them. Perhaps it was her gentle spirit, her unwavering kindness, or simply the undeniable bond she shared with her son.

Life after Henry wasn't a lonely one for Bessie. She found love twice more, each time bringing forth children who inherited her beauty and grace. She became a mother of six, her home filled with the joyful chaos of a loving family.

Now, in Summerland, Bessie's days are filled with the sweet music of children's laughter. She has become a cherished mother and grandmother figure, her gentle guidance and wisdom sought by many. The children of Summerland adore her, finding solace in her warm embrace and endless stories.

Under Bessie's watchful eye, the meadows bloom with joy. Children dance and sing, their laughter echoing through the land like a symphony of innocence. Bessie guides them with a gentle hand, nurturing their creativity and instilling in them the values of kindness, compassion, and love.

Her influence extends beyond the children. Many inhabitants of Summerland seek her wisdom, her presence a beacon of hope and understanding. She offers advice with a gentle touch, her words carrying the weight of experience and the warmth of a loving heart.

£ 350 +P&P

Alba Freaman's Bookshop

Nestled amidst the verdant tapestry of Summerland, shrouded in an aura of enchantment, lies Alba Freeman's Bookshop, a sanctuary of stories both familiar and fantastical. Its doors, perpetually ajar, beckon those with an insatiable thirst for the written word, those whose hearts yearn to lose themselves in the labyrinthine depths of imagination.

Within the shop's confines, time seems to lose its grip, and the boundaries between reality and fiction blur. Shelves overflow with an infinite array of books, their spines whispering tales of love and loss, adventure and discovery, wisdom and folly. Each book holds a universe within its pages, waiting to be unearthed by the curious mind.

Alba Freeman, the enigmatic proprietor, glides amidst this literary cornucopia, her presence as ethereal as the very stories she so lovingly curates. Her eyes, deep pools of wisdom and understanding, seem to pierce through the veil of time, granting her an uncanny ability to discern the precise book that each soul seeks.

About her own life, Alba remains as silent as the ancient tomes that grace her shelves. Her past is a puzzle shrouded in mystery, her story a secret whispered between the pages of countless narratives. Yet, despite her enigmatic nature, Alba exudes an aura of warmth and kindness. Her passion for literature is infectious, her voice a soothing melody that weaves its way through the hearts of those who seek her guidance.

With a twinkle in her eye, Alba delights in sharing her knowledge, her conversations flowing as effortlessly as the ink that has shaped countless tales. She speaks with reverence of the written word, her words painting vivid portraits of characters both real and imagined.

As for payment, Alba seeks none, for Summerland is a realm untainted by the shackles of commerce. Instead, she treasures the shared experience of connection, the unspoken bond forged between reader and writer, between the seeker and the story found.

£ 350 +P&P

John Stanley’s home

In the verdant embrace of Summerland, where shadows dance and ancient stories whisper in the breeze, resides the soul of John Stanley, a man of contradictions. Once, he walked the earth as a tyrant, his name synonymous with cruelty and political machinations. He ruled with an iron fist, his anger a tempest that shattered lives and left devastation in its wake.

Yet, beneath the surface of this formidable figure lurked a hidden secret. John Stanley was a poet, a weaver of words whose verses held a power beyond the reach of his earthly authority. He possessed a deep understanding of nature, its myths and realities woven into the tapestry of his soul. He was a keen woodsman, his eyes attuned to the subtle movements of the forest, his ears open to the whispers of the wind through the leaves.

This duality, this clash of cruelty and creativity, haunted John Stanley even in Summerland. Here, the weight of his earthly deeds held no sway, yet their memory lingered. The inhabitants of Summerland, with their inherent wisdom and compassion, embraced him not for his past, but for the potential that shone within him.

In this realm of eternal peace, John Stanley's true nature began to blossom. He found solace in the beauty of the natural world, his poems echoing the rhythm of the seasons and the whispers of the ancient earth. He became known for his captivating recitations, his voice a powerful instrument that breathed life into forgotten stories and myths.

With particular passion, he spoke of his time as a Knight of the Garter, recounting tales of chivalry and valor. But his most cherished performance was the magnificent epic of "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight." As he spoke, his words flowed like the music of the forest, weaving a spell of enchantment that captivated all who listened. He was no longer a tyrant, but a storyteller, his voice a testament to the transformative power of art and the enduring spirit of human creativity.

£ 350 +P&P

The Only Phone Box

The bright red phone box is a curious sight, just like the ones that can be found in cities all over the world. But this phone box is different. It is the only phone box in all of Summerland.

No one knows who put the phone box there or what its purpose is. Some people say that it is a relic of the past, a reminder of a time when people used to communicate with each other using such things. Others say that it is a gateway to another world, a place where people can go to talk to their loved ones who have passed through Summerland.

Still others say that the phone box is simply a place to go to be alone, to think about your life and to meditate.

£ 350 +P&P

Jane Wibling Westcote’s home


Jane Wibling Westcote, born into a world that echoed the hushed tones of mystery, carried with her a quiet but fierce intellect that left those around her in perpetual awe. Her parents, peculiarly enigmatic in their own right, bestowed upon her the middle name "Wibling," a source of endless speculation among the curious few who dared to wonder. However, the Westcotes, as if bound by an unspoken agreement, guarded the secret of the name with a silence that only fueled the intrigue.

Jane's journey through the living world was marked by her exceptional vocal prowess and an extraordinary phonographic memory. Her voice, described by those who had the privilege of hearing it, was a symphony of elegance and power. But it was her ability to recall and reproduce any sound or song she had encountered in her 76 years of life that truly captivated those around her. The melodies of the past found a permanent residence within her, and her performances were nothing short of magical.

£ 350 +P&P

Mary Fish’s House

Mary Fish, a woman of boundless wanderlust and a heart brimming with tales, spent her life traversing the globe, her spirit as restless as the winds that guided her journeys. From the bustling markets of Marrakech to the serene temples of Kyoto, she immersed herself in diverse cultures, her ears attuned to the whispers of stories that echoed through the ages.

With an insatiable curiosity, Mary collected these stories, each one a precious gem in her ever-expanding tapestry of knowledge. She listened to the elders recount their ancestral wisdom, engaged with storytellers who wove tales of magic and myth, and observed the silent narratives etched in the weathered faces of those she encountered.

After her passing in the 1800s, Mary found herself in the realm of Summerland and with nimble fingers and an artist's soul, Mary transformed the stories she had collected into tangible treasures. She weaves them into blankets that radiate warmth and comfort, tapestries that whisper tales of faraway lands, and tea cozies that infuse each cup with the essence of adventure a testament to Mary's enduring legacy as a storyteller and a weaver of dreams.

£ 350 +P&P

Sir Ambrose Willoughby’s Home

Sir Ambrose Willoughby, a man of staunch loyalty and unwavering integrity, emerged as a luminary figure within the illustrious court of Queen Elizabeth I of England. His commanding presence was marked by a keen intellect, quick wit, and a penchant for navigating the intricate web of courtly politics with a fierce tongue. Beyond his role in governance, Ambrose was a master of primero, a precursor to poker, skillfully honing his strategic mind both in matters of the court and at the card table, where he was known for his calculated and unpredictable moves.

His devotion to Queen Elizabeth was unyielding, and any disparaging word against the sovereign was met with swift and resolute justice. Altercations in the court were not infrequent, each serving as a testament to Ambrose's unwavering commitment to safeguarding the queen's honor. Queen Elizabeth, recognizing his exceptional service and courage, chose to honor him with a knighthood, a prestigious title that echoed through the ages as a symbol of his loyalty and dedication.

However, upon Sir Ambrose's demise, the trajectory of succession took an unexpected turn. His descendants had ventured across the vast Atlantic, settling in the burgeoning lands of Virginia, USA, seemingly breaking the male line of succession. As a consequence, the barony fell into the hands of Thomas Willoughby, an unintended heir. Yet, in the ethereal realm of Summerland, where hierarchies and concepts of class held no sway, Sir Ambrose is affectionately known as Amby Willy. His legacy, untethered by titles and bloodlines, endures through the ages, celebrated for his indomitable spirit, sense of justice, and echoes of loyalty that resonate in the boundless expanse of the afterlife.

£ 350 +P&P

Anne Lovelady's Estate

Born in Formby, Lancashire, Anne Lovelady was cherished by all who knew her. While possessing a radiant beauty that naturally drew eyes, Anne remained remarkably unassuming, her true allure stemming from her unwavering kindness and integrity. This innate grace amplified her impact, leaving an indelible mark on those fortunate enough to cross her path.

In the ethereal realm of Summerland, Anne's artistic talents blossomed. She became a renowned carver of the most extraordinary spoons, each imbued with a unique magic. These enchanted utensils, crafted with meticulous care, transformed the taste of any food, granting the user a taste of their deepest, most cherished desires. As Anne worked, her voice, a melodic counterpoint to the rhythmic strokes of her chisel, infused the spoons with an ethereal power, elevating the dining experience to a symphony of flavour. Even in Summerland, Anne's luminous beauty continued to illuminate the lives of those she encountered, leaving a trail of joy and wonder in her wake.

In Summerland, Anne's workshop, a haven of light and laughter, became a beloved gathering place. Visitors would often arrive bearing stories, songs, and the occasional unusual ingredient – a pinch of a loved one's laughter, a whisper of a forgotten memory. Anne, with her gentle guidance and uncanny intuition, would incorporate these offerings into her creations. Each spoon became a unique reflection of the giver, a tangible reminder of their connection to Anne and the magic of Summerland. The whispers of her laughter, the soft chime of her chisel against wood, and the melodies of her voice filled the air, creating an atmosphere of joy and contentment that drew souls from across the ethereal realm.

£ 350 +P&P

Robert de Beaumont’s board game tower

The metamorphosis of Robert de Beaumont from a steadfast companion on the battlefield to a powerful magnate was a testament to the capricious nature of fate. As William the Conqueror's trusted confidant during the Battle of Hastings, Robert's unwavering loyalty and martial prowess were instrumental in securing victory. In a gesture of gratitude, William generously bestowed vast lands in both the United Kingdom and Normandy upon the once-humble knight. Robert found himself elevated to the echelons of power, overseeing expansive territories and reveling in the privileges of wealth and influence.

His reputation extended beyond the battlefield, as chroniclers of the time immortalized him in glowing accounts of wisdom, eloquence, and sagacity. The counsel of Robert de Beaumont became a sought-after commodity, with three successive kings of England seeking his insights. The trust placed in his judgment attested to the depth of his understanding and the impact of his contributions to the kingdom's affairs. Yet, despite the grandeur of his historical legacy, Robert chose a departure from the expected in the ethereal realm of Summerland.

In Summerland, his celestial abode took the unassuming form of a humble tower, a deliberate departure from the opulence he once knew. Rather than reveling in the echoes of past glories, Robert found solace and purpose in a serene pursuit—the creation of intricate and complex board games. Rejecting the allure of material gain, he embarked on a mission to share these creations with friends, accepting only three plays in return. This exchange, beyond being a delightful pastime, served a dual purpose: to teach and refine the rules of the game while fostering camaraderie and shared experiences.

In this way, Robert de Beaumont transformed from a figure of martial might and political influence into a purveyor of intellectual engagement and the bonds forged through the playful spirit of board games. In the timeless expanse of Summerland, where the pursuit of simple joys takes precedence over the trappings of power, Robert found fulfillment in creating lasting connections and a legacy that transcends the mortal realms.

£ 350 +P&P

Baron John Godolphin's cottage

The Cornish air, thick with the scent of the sea and the damp earth, had always clung to Baron John Godolphin. Born in the rugged beauty of that windswept peninsula, he carried the essence of his birthplace with him throughout his life. His name, Godolphin, meaning "white eagle," seemed to foreshadow his rise, a majestic creature soaring above the political landscape. As described by the historian, he was a man of astute observation and meticulous detail, navigating the treacherous waters of court politics with an uncanny sense of self-preservation. He served with both Whigs and Tories, yet remained aloof from their fervent passions, a master of political expediency.

In Summerland, however, the eagle within him found a different expression. Freed from the constraints of earthly ambition and the need for political maneuvering, John Godolphin discovered a profound appreciation for the delicate art of marquetry. With an almost obsessive attention to detail, he meticulously assembled intricate patterns and designs from a myriad of woods, each piece carefully selected and meticulously inlaid. The rich hues of mahogany, ebony, and rosewood, reminiscent of the Cornish cliffs and the deep blue sea, were woven together to create stunning tableaux. He found a meditative peace in this intricate craft, a solace he had never truly known in the whirlwind of earthly politics. Each piece of marquetry became a testament to his newfound tranquility, a reflection of the serene beauty he discovered within himself in the ethereal realm of Summerland.

£ 350 +P&P

Henry Percy’s
home & workshop

Henry Percy, a central figure in the tumultuous War of the Roses, emerged as a formidable force on the battlefields of England, leading armies for both the king and the Lancastrians. His journey into the conflict was marked by tragedy, inheriting his father's lands and armies after his demise in the first battle. Fuelled by a deep-seated vendetta against the houses of York, Percy embarked on a relentless campaign to decimate his rivals. His reputation for ruthlessness and looting, particularly a penchant for stealing cattle as a form of punishment, became as notorious as his prowess on the battlefield.

The warlike temperament that defined Henry Percy extended beyond the battlefield, permeating his relationships with neighbors, resulting in ceaseless feuds that drew the king's intervention. The constant strife led to royal interventions and calls for peace, as Percy's antagonistic nature threatened to destabilize the delicate balance of power in the realm. His life took a dramatic turn when his gate to Summerland opened amidst the chaos of a snowstorm on the battlefield, sealing his fate.

In the ethereal realm, Henry Percy found an unexpected calling. Instead of engaging in celestial warfare or political intrigue, he became the maker of the most enchanting and magical snow globes. These exquisite creations possessed a touch of strange poetry, as they didn't require shaking for a blizzard to commence within. Almost like the wish of the owner, the scenery inside these globes felt as alive as can be, perpetually under the enchanting spell of a blizzard. The man who once thrived on the chaos of war now channeled his energies into crafting serene and captivating miniatures, offering a stark contrast to the tumultuous life he led in the mortal realm. In the celestial workshop of Summerland, Henry Percy became an artisan of dreams, creating miniature worlds where the magic of snowfall brought a sense of eternal calm to those fortunate enough to possess one of his extraordinary snow globes.

£ 350 +P&P

John Tonkin Trevithick's Home

John Tonkin Trevithick, a name that whispered of windswept cliffs and forgotten villages, was a wanderer by nature. Born with the restless spirit of the Cornish coast, he roamed the West Country, a gentle soul with a knack for slipping into the rhythm of the land. He'd sleep beneath the hedges and star-dusted skies, his lullabies woven from the whispers of the wind and the distant cries of the curlew. He'd spin tales of the piskie folk, mischievous sprites who danced in moonlit glens and hid treasures in forgotten caves. But John was wise enough to leave the details shrouded in mystery, never tempting the ire of these mischievous creatures.

Wherever he went, John was met with a chorus of joyful cheers. Villagers would emerge from their cottages, children would chase after him, their laughter echoing through the cobbled streets. No one could quite explain it. It wasn't a conscious welcome, more an instinctive reaction, a surge of pure, unadulterated joy at the sight of him. It was as if his presence carried with it a sprinkle of magic, a reminder of the simple pleasures in life, the beauty of the natural world, and the enduring power of a good story.

In Summerland, John's home, a quaint cottage built from driftwood and rivermud, continued its wandering ways, drifting across the ethereal landscape like a mischievous spirit. And still, as it approached, a wave of cheer would erupt from the nearby gatherings. Inhabitants, engrossed in their own pursuits, would find themselves inexplicably drawn to the sound, their faces breaking into smiles as they caught sight of the cottage, a beacon of warmth and whimsy. It was as if John, even in this otherworldly realm, carried with him the echoes of that simple, enduring joy, a reminder that the magic of life, like the laughter of children and the whisper of the wind, was always there, waiting to be discovered.

£ 350 +P&P

Serlonus Fitz-Wise's florist

Serlonus Fitz-Wise, son of the renowned botanist, Elric, was a child of contradictions. Born into a world of vibrant blooms and verdant life, he was imprisoned by his own body. A crippling allergy to pollen, a cruel twist of fate for the son of a man who breathed the air of a thousand gardens, left Serlonus sneezing and wheezing, his eyes perpetually swollen and red.

Elric, a man of logic and reason, found his son's affliction a constant source of shame. The vibrant blooms that filled his life, the delicate dance of bees and butterflies, were a constant reminder of his son's weakness. He retreated into his work, the distance between them growing with each passing year.

But Serlonus, despite his suffering, found solace in the very world that tormented him. He devoured books on botany, his imagination a vibrant counterpoint to the sterile, pollen-free environment he was forced to inhabit. He yearned to understand the intricate workings of the natural world, to share his father's passion, to prove to him that his spirit, at least, was not broken by his frailties.

Yet, Elric remained distant, his pride a formidable barrier. Serlonus, his heart heavy with unrequited love and a yearning for his father's approval, died young, his spirit broken by the weight of his father's indifference.

In Summerland, however, Serlonus found liberation. Freed from the shackles of his allergies, he embraced the world of flora with a fervor he had only ever dreamed of. He became a renowned florist, his arrangements legendary throughout the ethereal realm. But Serlonus possessed a unique gift: his creations never wilted, never faded. The vibrant hues, the delicate textures, remained as fresh and vibrant years, even centuries, after their creation, a testament to the enduring power of his love for the natural world, a love that had finally found its true expression.

£ 350 +P&P

Judith of Flanders Haven

Judith of Flanders, a name that echoed with the weight of crowns and the whispers of scandal, found a surprising peace in the gentle embrace of Summerland. Her earthly life, a whirlwind of arranged marriages, untimely deaths, and daring escapes, had left her with a profound understanding of the fleeting nature of power and the enduring strength of the natural world.

Married at twelve, widowed by sixteen, and then eloping with a forester's son to live amongst the Vikings, her story was one of defiance and survival. She had been the first anointed queen in Britain, yet her life was a tapestry woven with threads of tragedy and unexpected turns. When her father, King Charles the Bald, finally relented and forgave her, she returned to a life of power, becoming a formidable figure in both Wessex and Flanders.

But in Summerland, the trappings of royalty held no sway. Judith sought solace in the ancient groves, her spirit drawn to the gnarled oaks and whispering willows that stood as silent sentinels of time. She found kinship with the trees, their roots reaching deep into the earth, their branches stretching towards the ethereal sky. She communed with the mycelium, the vast, unseen network that connected all living things, listening to the stories it wove from the whispers of wind and the rustling of leaves.

The mycelium, a living library of Summerland and the mortal realm, shared its knowledge with Judith. It spoke of the rise and fall of kingdoms, the ebb and flow of life, the intricate dance of creation and decay. Judith, with her keen mind and her ear finely tuned to the rhythms of nature, absorbed these stories, weaving them into a rich tapestry of understanding.

If asked, she would recount these tales with remarkable precision, her voice a gentle murmur that echoed the rustling leaves. She spoke of the hidden connections between seemingly disparate events, the subtle influences that shaped destinies, and the enduring wisdom of the natural world. Her stories were not mere recitations, but living narratives, each detail carefully placed, each connection meticulously drawn, revealing the intricate and interconnected web of existence. She was a storyteller of the earth, a keeper of the mycelium's wisdom, a queen who found her true sovereignty in the quiet communion with the ancient trees of Summerland.

£ 350 +P&P

Lannosea’s sun lodge

The Roman legionnaires dragged Lannosea from the smoldering ruins of her home, her mother's screams echoing in the smoke-filled air. Boudica, the warrior queen, lay broken, her defiance extinguished. But in her daughter, the Romans saw a different prize: a symbol of their victory, a living trophy to display in their triumph.

Senica, the Roman advisor, saw the potential. Lannosea, with her fiery spirit and the ghost of her mother's courage still flickering within, could be a potent weapon. He had her meticulously groomed, her Celtic spirit systematically crushed. They clipped her hair, forced her to wear Roman gowns, and drilled into her the Roman way of life. They taught her their language, their history, their gods, all designed to erase the memory of her heritage, to break her will.

But Lannosea proved more resilient than they anticipated. The Roman indoctrination only fuelled her anger. She endured beatings, starvation, and the constant humiliation of public displays, her silence a defiant scream against her captors. She became a living symbol of Roman dominance, paraded before conquered tribes as a warning of what awaited those who dared to resist.

Years of torment took their toll. The fire in her eyes dimmed, replaced by a hollow despair. One moonless night, she found a way to end her suffering. The Roman guards found her lifeless in her cell, the ghost of Boudica finally finding solace.

In Summerland, Lannosea's spirit, though broken in life, became a beacon of hope for those who suffered oppression. Her courage, her defiance in the face of unimaginable cruelty, resonated throughout the ethereal realm. The inhabitants of Summerland, recognising this potent energy, created the Sun Lodge, a place dedicated to honouring her memory where she works without pause in harnessing sunlight into a potion of rage and love that radiates out across all known and unknown realms.

Lannosea an her Sun Lodge pulses with the energy of defiance. an energy that acts as a conduit, channeling her courage into the hearts of those in the living who are in the grip of tyranny. Its light ignites a fire of resistance in the oppressed, empowering them with a beacon of hope and liberation, it fuels rebellions, inspiring the oppressed to extraordinary acts of courage, ultimately bringing freedom and justice to those who had been enslaved.

£ 350 +P&P