16th Century Woodcut for Ostara

In January I carved woodcut (lino) for an Imbolc inspired print, my small way of paying homage to the pagan festivals, in the style of those old medieval woodcuts found in pamphlets about witches and devils. I said then that I would make one for every festival I celebrate, and so here is one for Ostara!


As I had mentioned in the Imbolc post, each print would depict my little witch character surrounded by the symbols of the day, so here she is sowing the seeds of spring, while the hair of fertility leaps past a waxing moon.

Lino can be a bit tricky, as in once you’ve cut a bit off it’s gone for good! You may notice the witch’s face is a little less flattering compared to the last one…but never fear, I just painted the bits I wanted back on…like here jawline for a start!


I am selling the prints on brown greetings cards for you to send to your pagan friends, you can find them here. Wishing you all a bright and prosperous equinox!

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Ye Olde Witchcraft Shoppe – Open!

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I am pleased to announce my new Ebay shoppe, selling all manner of witch crafting goods, is now officially open! You are welcome to browse Ye Olde Witchcraft Shoppe, Here.

Of course there are only a few items at the moment, but I’m working on new things everyday, so keep an eye out! Here’s a little look at what’s there now:


Hand Painted Celtic Ogham Staves

I’ve made a set of 20 hand painted and burned Ogham staves before, and I mentioned in an earlier post that I was going to craft a new set for the Shoppe, well here they are (the artwork much improved compared to the first set after many years of practice) They were the first thing I put in the shoppe, and they sold instantly! But I shall be making more very soon! Read more about the Ogham and my first set Here.

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Cauldron Dipped Beeswax Candles

I’ve recently acquired a beautiful Victorian cast iron cauldron, which I will put to many magical uses, the first being hand dipping these pure beeswax taper candles, wrapped in brown paper printed in my own design. Part of the fun in selling my own creations is adding my art wherever possible, including this next item:


Mystical Madam Mim Incense Sticks

I wrote a post recently about my painting of Madam Mim, and the secret reason as to why I painted her in the first place, well now you know! For the glamorous witches out there I give you my fruity/floral/aromatic incense creation!


Circle Casting Salts

These circle casting salts are blended from my own recipes, and can be used as an aid in your magical workings. They are a mixture of salts and powerful herbs, flowers, resins and powders that contain the attributes necessary to enhance your workings. They are to be used to mark the border of your ritual circles, to protect you while you work and enhance your energies. There are three mixtures for sale at the moment – All-Purpose/Protection salt, Astral Travel/ Meditation salt and Banishing/Hex Breaking salt.

Stay tuned as there are many more things to come, including more of my handmade incense, genuine mandrake infused oil, runes, more ogham staves, altar cloths, faerie offering kits and so much more! Thanks for reading and Brightest Blessings 🙂




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Otherworldly Tidal Island and the Gunpowder Plot


The lighter sand in the middle is covered by water at high tides

Yesterday I visited a nearby landmark in East Yorkshire, Spurn point, who’s brooding grey skies and powerful winds was a stark contrast to the blue sunny skies of the drive up there. On one side is the calm River Humber, while on the other the choppy and angry looking North Sea, and in the middle just a narrow spit of sand to walk across, coupled with Cthulhuesque piles of geometric concrete blocks, tossed and left strewn across the coast by numerous unknown storms…I had entered another world indeed!

Spurn Point is formed by sand, shingle and boulder clay that is washed down from the coast by longshore drift and gathers to form the long and narrow piece of land inside the mouth of the Humber Estuary. I went there when I was much younger, and remember driving all the way down the curved road to the tip of the spit where you can see the black and white lighthouse.


The still Humber


The brooding North Sea

Then, in 2013, the awe inspiring yet formidable force, that is nature itself , sent a tidal surge that tore out the road, and now the ever changing peninsula has become an Island at high tide, and the only way is on foot.


To get to Spurn, we drove through the borough of Holderness, where I was slightly taken aback by four 8 foot tall Jacobean gentlemen standing in a field!


It turns out two of the conspirators of the infamous gunpowder plot of 1605, brothers John and Christopher Wright, were born in the village of Welwick in Holderness! What a day!

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Mad Madam Mim Painting – Reprise

mim-e1518791921691.jpgWhy boy, I’m the greatest! I’m truly Marvelous!

Mim, painted in acrylics. There’s a reason I created this..and all shall be revealed soon! For now, all I will say is that it’s something to do with the opening of my shop on Ebay – ‘Ye Olde Witchcraft Shoppe’! Coming soon…

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Eyeball Pecking Rampage!? Short (Comedy) Horror Story

Horror fiction is my favourite fiction, one of my dearest past times it to settle down of an evening, and delve into the strange and weird worlds of H. P. Lovecraft, M. R. James, Algernon Blackwood, Stephen King…the list goes on. And so of course I have dabbled at writing my own short horrors, and I’d like to share one with you today.

This is the shortest story I have written, and it came about while a good friend and I were in Scarborough, talking of how vicious and greedy gulls sometimes swoop down and steal your fish and chips, and imagine if they swooped down for something much more sinister! So with that, I hope you enjoy this silly story.

Feeling Peckish?

By Katherine ‘Weird’ Wetherell


The whirlwinds of spray, the wild roar and crash of the unimpeded salty waves, the mournful cry of seabirds as they toss through the sky, the tang of a tasty salt and vinegar supper on the breeze, Scarborough! Are you going to Scarborough Fair? No! It’s not there anymore, it’s old news, get with the times! The people flock to Scarborough nowadays for one thing and one thing only – Mr T. Orangeman’s celebrated and unprecedented, seagull caught fried fish!

No one could guess how Mr T. Orangeman accomplished such an impossible feat, how he trained such savage and cunning creatures as gulls to do his bidding, coaxed those blank beady eyes with six foot wingspans to give up their freshly caught haddock and cod for his own ends. After all, Orangeman is such an unassuming gentlemen. Short, fat and just a little bit greasy, with far less hair on his head than adorned his plump and might I add, frequently exposed tangerine tanned chest. What tricks were hidden up Orangeman’s stained cotton shirt sleeves?

Not many people bother to ask or even think about it, they just shovel in that fish that has a taste like no other, for it’s the seagulls who bring in the catch of the day, incomparable to the stuff purchased from markets or fishmongers, the stuff all the other chip shops sell. Consequently Orangeman’s establishment is becoming quite a craze to the Scarborough tourists and is the thing to do when visiting.

Indeed, it’s quite a spectacle if one gets up early enough in the morning to see the hoards of gulls carrying their spoils and swooping down to the rear of Mr T’s shop, into a hidden courtyard where they collect their reward, whatever that may be.

The boom of his business correlated eerily with the increasingly high number of disappearing cats. Surely though it wasn’t Orangeman? What was suspicious about him taking long lonesome walks in the depths of night through the twisting thoroughfares of the South bay? Besides, He didn’t even sell pies.

But it was the beginning of the decline of his business, once fish supplies began to dwindle, that correlated with the disappearance of young children. Just one or two every month or so, people said they must have drowned or been swept away by the currents of the North Sea. Mr T didn’t take an interest though, after a few occurrences trade was thriving again.


The great yellow disc rose over the North Sea and cast it’s rays over the waking seaside town. A shaft of light broke into Orangeman’s dark kitchen as he was sat at his table engaging in a breakfast of runny eggs; he lurched forwards to grab the morning paper and managed to shift the table with a chalk board squawk across the crumb ridden floor with his sagging yet rotund stomach. He opened the paper with a swift crack and as he began to read, a hideous and fiendish grin spread across his face and yolk came trickling down his bristly chin.

The headline read “GULLS ON EYEBALL PECKING RAMPAGE ACROSS YORKSHIRE COAST”. He piled into his mouth the last of his eggs, and leaned back with a creak, crossed his arms and began chewing thoughtfully.
‘They sure have got a taste for it now, the buggers’ He chuckled.

At that moment the bell rang from the front of his shop, early customers. Orangeman strode in to see a handsome moustachioed man in a flat cap.

‘One of your finest fish cakes please, my good man’ the patron smiled, rocking back and forth on his toes.
‘Sure thing, buddy’ Orangeman got out his tongs and noticed the customer eyeing up his latest delight. A jar of perfectly spherical pickled onions swimming in murky vinegar stood in a jar on the counter. ‘Want one?’ he asked.

‘I suppose you get those gulls to harvest these as well do you?’ the customer jested. Orangeman leered forward, a sparkle in his eye. ‘Buddy’ he said ‘that ain’t the half of it’.



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Celtic Ogham Staves – Handmade


The Ogham is an ancient Celtic alphabet, consisting of 20 characters or symbols, each corresponding to it’s own tree. These symbols can be used for divination, as is the purpose for the ones I made. Each symbol is burned onto it’s own stave and each holds it’s own wisdom and meaning.


I created this set many moons ago to sell on my Ebay store, where I also sold a plethora of other handmade magical goods, including candles, incense, runes, wands etc. And lately I’ve been really excited at the prospect of opening a new Ebay shop, and getting into sharing the things I create once again. The set I made included 20 beautifully hand carved, sanded, painted, burned and varnished staves, with each stave holding it’s own individual magical qualities.

I made them from English broadleaf woods collected from an Ancient hunting woodland that was mentioned in the Domesday book near my home, and each has been lovingly painted in great detail with the tree the symbols represent. This not only makes for a unique presentation, but is easier for the user to interpret as it is sometimes easy to get the symbols confused. The imagery also helps the user connect with the staves, as colours and patterns awaken the younger self, which helps attune your subconscious to universal energies.


The staves take many hours to create, but I’m ready to make more and hope they find a loving home just as the last set did. I went to the ancient hunting woodlands again just the other day after my visit to a Neolithic long barrow and collected more fallen broadleaf branches, ready to craft into something beautiful and magical. I hope to be announcing soon the opening of my Shoppe!

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Visiting an Ancient Neolithic Long Barrow

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View walking up to Cromwell’s grave from the road

Yesterday I took a trip into prehistory, and visited an ancient Neolithic long barrow on Hoe Hill called ‘Cromwell’s Grave’. It is one of the largest and most complete monuments of its kind known in Lincolnshire, which dates back thousands of years to the early Neolithic period, standing tall in the surrounding fields and countryside.

Of all the ancient monuments you may encounter in Britain, barrow mounds are the most numerous. One theory suggests that they were not just funerary, but also used as territory markers, often being sited in the most visible places, high up and in open spaces such as heaths or fenlands.

Historic England says “Certain sites provide evidence for several phases of funerary activities preceding the construction of the barrow mound, including ditched enclosures containing structures related to various rituals of burial. It is probable, therefore, that long barrows acted as important spiritual sites for their local communities over considerable periods of time.”

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When I arrived I was pleasantly surprised to find the ground covered in hundreds of snow drops.

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First view of the mound looking west

I was impressed by the mound, but didn’t realise the full scale/length of it till I climbed on top. It was silent and enchanting, and the monument was covered in ethereal green moss.


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Under the canopy of mighty beech trees were numerous deep holes into the barrow, which I took to be badger sets. I wonder if said badgers have found anything interesting down there? This particular monument you see has never been excavated, which is quite pleasing, knowing it’s remains lay undisturbed and it’s contents aren’t left to get dusty in some museum. (Although I do love a good museum, you just can’t win!)



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Eastern length of the barrow


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Western length of the barrow


The barrow dips along the middle of it’s spine, which could be a collapsed burial chamber.

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The dip is visible under the fallen tree

I’ll take a day out like this above some touristy tat anytime! And so, In the words of that great author Nathaniel Hawthorne “Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind”.



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