The Enchanted Wood

Roald Dahl as a schoolboy at St Peter’s school, 1925

P.s. If any of you were wondering - this blog is owned by two friends. Me - Jodie (thewoodbetweentheworlds) and Charlotte (lavenderletters). We have been neglecting this blog a little lately and are in the middle of trying to modify our new theme. We will be posting more again soon! 

Sounds of The Sea

A wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. I think I, too, have known autumn too long.
Train in the snow 1916
Two photographs of family groups in a portfolio, 1850. 

We’ll take a boat out to the moon when our hands turn cold and when we get there we’ll make a nest- out of whatever shells and forgotten secrets we can find. We’ll hold hands beneath lavender blankets and when it gets late we’ll sit writing love letters to the stars and reading poems in whispers. We’ll keep like this until we become forgotten- when the wind is falling we’ll be remembered for a moment and we’ll lie listening to the weeping petals as the ground wishes we would come back to hide in the trees.