Welcome to The Wildwood Journal — a quiet corner of The Birch Hen where stories gather like fallen leaves.
Here, I write about the seasons, the folklore that threads through my work, and the slow craft unfolding on the workshop table. These entries are part maker’s log, part woodland diary, shaped by the rhythms of the Scottish Borders.
Wander gently, linger where you like, and step into the world behind each piece I make.
Quiet notes from the woodland workshop — early access to the September opening, studio updates, and the occasional small story. No noise, no clutter - just gentle updates. Unsubscribe at anytime