Sunday, 12 May 2013

Of moths and druids

This morning found me at Norbury Park, an area of woodland and chalk downland between Mickleham and Bookham. I can't say that I really enjoyed myself. It was cool, not much was happening and I was in a fog of listlessness and despondency - I don't know why.

Anyhow, the sign above always cheers me up. It is to be found well off the beaten track and mentions moths (which I like) and Druids (who I don't really have an opinion about). Close to this spot is Druids Grove, so I imagine that the Victorian gentleman quoted was wary of the 'goings on' there and wouldn't dare to search locally for moths so close to the witching hour. In these more enlightened times a bit of pagan worship taking place close to an MV or sugar rope would be seen as a 'Brucie Bonus'...


  1. I always used the heebie jeebies whenever going down through the Druids Grove. Those yew trees looked like they were about to come alive. I could swear I heard a Willow Tit in there back in 2008... or was it just the unrested souls of past Willow tits now extinct?

  2. A few years ago I came across a circle of candles at Druids Grove - couldn't see any nude witches though...