Badger

𝔹𝕒𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕣
𝕕𝕦𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖
𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞.
𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕙
𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟
𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕤
𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡
𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡.
ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕞𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕠𝕟
𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕟;
𝕒 𝕔𝕚𝕣𝕔𝕝𝕖,
𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖
‘𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖
𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟
-𝕂𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕝

We live in a meadow situated in the middle of commercial conifer forest. Our land the remnants of an old arable farm. This stretches as the crow flies, ten miles round. The conifers are now approx thirty years old and ready to harvest. Spring saw the loggers roll in.

It is sad to see the forest change so dramatically. The upside is the deciduous trees are flourishing now they don’t have to compete for sunlight and nutrients. And next Spring the forestry will replant with a broad variety, not just conifers.

The logging also revealed secrets hidden deep in the woods. This badger sett was one. It’s at the top of the hill and before the trees were felled, is clear to see that the sett sat within a circle of trees.

I was upset to see that there home had been exposed, and worried about the distress brought on by the logging.

At bedtime, I fell asleep thinking of them and hoped they were ok.

That night, Brock visited me in my dream. He told me a tale of the badger and the moon. He pointed out the circle I had seen and told me they were still safe. For he is a keeper of the lamplight.

The next morning I chose an eco-print and set to work. Desperate to capture the dream before it became a fleeting figment.

Colours may vary slightly from your computer screen.
This paper compliments the original texture of the eco-print without sparing the colour rendition.
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Each print is made to exacting standard. 
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Prints will be delivered sandwiched between thick card to keep them safe n secure.