A couple of weekends ago we walked up a sister hill to Pendle which has been peppered with sculptures. Aitkin Wood clings to the side of the hill with a winding pathway meandering through the trees, here huge spiders and flying bats lurk above head height.
A witch hunter, carved from a single piece of wood, stares solemnly out from the undergrowth. In his wooden grasp he holds the deeds to hunt down Alice Nutter. Down the valley a chained sculpture of an incarcerated Alice walks to her doom.
Further down the hill swarms of bats and a huge spider web catches the sunlight.
I loved this gateway - the roots jammed in the circular frame seemed tortured as they tried to stretch free.
A tall totem of pot 'stones' with it's spirals and glazed circles stood quietly in a glade -
inviting touch and investigation
Trees - already felled had taken on a new life - with sinuous snake like forms.
Magic still lingers in this area.....................