Lofty Illustrations

It wasn't the rancid water or the snagging weeds that deterred travellers from the Old Bog Way: it was the endless sense of being watched.

Greg Dishsoap on his way to the Biannual Park Bench Spotter's Picnic Brunch.

The returning Pilgrims.

King Olaf the Forgetful did eventually find his golden helm, in a gully behind his castle. It was just a shame the Crusade of the Lost Helm had led to every neighbouring land being ransacked first.

A swamp landscape.

For years afterwards, when the lighthouse commission would wonder if a keeper could ever fall through the cracks of a rota, and be forgotten for an entire storm season, they would recall the sad tale of Horatio McCutter, and wince.

Sunbeam.

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In the woods.

The old house on the hill.

Midnight on the Moors.

Little Sapling.

Your friend and mine, Clump-stump.

The Valley of the Last Known Titan Elm.

A mossy crab.