In a Secret Place

Many visitors have arrived at these portals via the Mojo Music Board, the place where the author of this meandering blog first began his fledgling pasting career.

One of the regular contributors to that Board is "foxontherocks", who is shortly to marry. This pasting is a wedding present from the House of Electrofried to him and to his bride-to-be.

with all best wishes from the House.


Approaching the House

Past birdsfoot trefoil, black knapweed, the ribwort plantain, white campion and yarrow - all tumbled and rolling into a rich kaleidoscopic meadow. The northern approach to the House.

There is a secret path here; it treads the yellow-buttercupped length of an ancient celandine route through the undergrowth. A secret path known only to the lovers who tryst between its grassy blanket. We come here tracing steps.

Seated

We pause by ox-eye daisies scattered carelessly around a green cast-iron bench. As we sit here for a while and rest we sense the recent presence of the couple - their memories returning to the day they first sat together by the grey water of the Thames.

Surrounded, yet gloriously alone; becoming one in time with the flow.

The Northern Door opens

Just ahead lies the Northern Door, its sun-blanched oak and thick black ironwork barring the way to those who seek sanctuary within.

We hear music calling from within, and as we rise from the bench to investigate, the portal opens.

Spinning in Time

Our eyes grow slowly accustomed to the dark and we see once more into the House.

The hall beyond the Northern Door is dressed with wild-flowers plucked fresh from the meadow. Plaited strings of sorrel and salad burnet garnish the table by the doorway, their sharp scent cutting through the gloom.

The couple dances within - deep in embrace, the swirling music is their inspiration. Etched in the stonework above the Door we read this fragment from an ancient Jewish psalm:

"Sing a new song to Him, play the harp with skill and shout for joy!"