The fairies who look after the blackthorn tree are called Lunantishees. For some reason they don’t like it if you cut a branch or stick from their tree on May 11 or November 11 – they get very cross, and anyone who does it gets punished. Why anyone would want to do it, I’m not sure – if we need a stick to play with, there are plenty on the ground – but there’s no accounting for the weirdness of humans.
At Hallowe’en, when her branches are black and bare, the thorn tree is associated with approaching death…
…talking of which, I thought my last moment had come last Sunday. I was walking through the woods with Annabelle and Pearl when a great wolf-like beast sprang onto the path and attacked me. I tried to get away, but it wouldn’t let go until it had made several holes in me, including a big one in my chest. I had to go to the vet and have stitches under anaesthetic, and I’m still feeling very sorry for myself.
Annabelle thought it was a malamute or a husky, but I’m not so sure. Why wasn’t it accompanied by a human? And how come it appeared from nowhere, and vanished from sight when it had finished with me?
Annabelle may claim it was just a pesky husky with an irresponsible owner, but I can’t help thinking it was some terrible mythical monster come to claim my life. Whatever it was, I hope we don’t meet again – I may have a few grey hairs, but I’m way too young to die!