Good morning. If you're housebound or unhappy today, you might like to spend some time with this. It's a 24-hour live-stream camera in wildlife photographer
@MortenHilmer
's Danish woodland.
Did you see the story about Australia's oldest man, 109-year-old Alfie Date, who knits little sweaters for penguins caught in oil spills?
I'm in love with the fact that he knitted a Penguin for a penguin.
Cumbria, 1391. The last wolf in England felt desperately alone. He lived in the thorn woods at Humphrey Head & his one friend was a kind girl who gave him bacon & buttery scones. When he was killed & his soul flew over the sea, he howled her name to the dying sun, to the waves.
Inspired completely by
@AnneLouiseAvery
, Wolf and the Doctor, a splash of southern colour in an English country cottage. I’ve never smelled mimosa before! 💛💛💛
Much has been written about the level of devotion of sea otter mothers for their pups: they give infants a constant attention, cradling them on their chest away from the cold water [full video: ] [read more: ]
The two young girls and their lanterns are such a focus in JS Sargent’s Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose (1886) that it’s easy to overlook the details of this grassy, flower-strewn foreground
Anne Louise Avery is the most synaesthetic writer I have encountered. Look at her brilliant use of 'thorn red cries' here! Her Reynard The Fox is full of delicious wordplay like this; a book to read with all five senses.
#ReynardTheFox
@AnneLouiseAvery
In the bitter gloom, he stood, the Newcomer. He watched the ghosts bolden through & listened to their clumsy armour, to their scattered cries, thorn red in the darkness. Where is Thomas Becket, traitor to king & country….Here, I am…no traitor…but a priest of god…Ferez! Ferez!
Pine Marten notices camera, thinks about whether half a custard cream is worth appearing on Twitter. Answer, yes - just wishes the pick up had been less awkward.
I've mentioned in previous tweets the importance of providing clean fresh water for wildlife during hot, dry spells & this badger from the No-Tail clan couldn't illustrate the point better! Tweeted it a few weeks back but thought it worth a 2nd viewing👍🦡🦡
@AnneLouiseAvery
'When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold ...'
May we all face the new year with Old Fox's gentleness, bravery, gallantry and bold good sense. How lucky we are to have him holding our paws.
Happy New Year, Anne. xxx
I am very sorry to learn this morning of the death of Ronald Blythe, author of the iconic Akenfield, at the age of 100. The anthology titled Next to Nature (a collection of Blythe's writing for the Church Times) is available now and will be my evening companion this year.
Stir Up Sunday.
I have stirred-up my Christmas cake and put it into the oven, and now I’m sitting quietly with a glass of sherry whilst a candle to St. Æthelwine burns bright with this Novemberish message of hope from
@AnneLouiseAvery
.
It was St Æthelwine of Athelney's day. Old Fox had great faith in him as a calmer of sorrow & hurt & he lit a tall beeswax candle to him in his study. It burnt steady & fiery in the cold November light & had a faint scent of borage & sweet peas & honeysuckle, of quiet June days
Dear
@Soc_of_Authors
, thank you so much for choosing to support
@AnneLouiseAvery
and helping to bring her glorious, loving, literary vision nearer to published reality. ❤️
Old Fox’s Cherry Orchard Cake, made with a pinch of sea salt (the sadness that needs to be sugared, according to Wolf). The full recipe — and so much more — can be found at
@AnneLouiseAvery
’s Patreon. Do subscribe if you can — it’s wonderful.
Ermine had lots to do. Important letters to write, etchings to finish, wallpaper to hang. But that morning, that clear cool morning, despite the gulls crying over the fishing boats, despite the sun slanting through the old glass, she simply felt too fragile to get out of bed.
The 'problem' with reading ebooks on an iPad is that you get no sense of how many pages are left. I was not ready for this marvellous, evocative book to end, in fact it came as a complete shock, and I'm feeling a palpable sense of mourning for its departure from my reading life.
For
@AnneLouiseAvery
and all her friends and followers; for Old Fox, for Pine Marten, for patient Babcia, the Little Girl, and the splendid, sad & kindly Doctor. xxx
I want to inhabit a June world that is all elderflowers and roses, garden fêtes and good friendship, and drowsy afternoons under the apple trees.
Luckily I know a portal to a world like that, and it is the Patreon of
@AnneLouiseAvery
. Won’t you join us?
Last night I drifted into sleep to the lullaby of Fanny Mendelssohn’s ‘Das Jahr’ — music I would probably never have discovered if it hadn’t been recommended by Wolf. Being a Patreon patron of
@AnneLouiseAvery
has enriched my life and (I hope) repays her in a small but real way.
🐻🦊Thank you so much for asking how to support me at this very difficult time. The best way to help might be to join my patreon (Stories! Essays! Cards from Wolf! Recipes! ) or to buy and/or review my two Reynard the Fox books …
Dad has just been turning out a cupboard and found a big old book of animal stories for children, dating back to at least the thirties, possibly earlier. This was the back cover
@AnneLouiseAvery
xx
We all feel fragile sometimes.
The stories of Old Fox & his friends have always resonated with empathy for the sick and the scared.
@AnneLouiseAvery
writes with such tenderness & care, and I've been doing all I can to show my gratitude & support now that she's receiving chemo.
Ermine had lots to do. Important letters to write, etchings to finish, wallpaper to hang. But that morning, that clear cool morning, despite the gulls crying over the fishing boats, despite the sun slanting through the old glass, she simply felt too fragile to get out of bed.
This is beautiful from a conservation standpoint, of course, and I pray that the precious red wolves get their chance to thrive again, but I have to say that it also sounds uncannily like a family that the followers of
@AnneLouiseAvery
know and love. xx
"A wolf is a wolf when it’s part of an intact, unexploited family group capable of astonishingly beautiful and complex cooperative behaviors and unique traditions." ~Gordon Haber
#RedWolfWeek
Dr Ronald Avery, known to his new admirers here as Ronnie, to whose courageous example, adventurous spirit and sense of duty and justice I believe the fans of
@AnneLouiseAvery
and her
#OldFox
characters owe so much.
Happy Birthday, Ronnie.
Today’s baking: Old Fox’s Cherry Orchard Cake from
@AnneLouiseAvery
on Patreon. Anne is sharing so many recipes there, suitable for all skill levels and always delicious, alongside longer versions of her tales and beautiful backstories, too.
Home phone has now been switched to Digital Voice by BT, which means my elderly parents won’t be able to make or receive calls during any power disruption — including updates from the power company, or 999. Such iniquitous folly, it’s practically criminal.
I cannot imagine my life, now, without all that
@AnneLouiseAvery
has to offer, here, on Instagram, and on Patreon. If you love her stories, and if you can, do please join us.
If you like my stories, why not join my patreon for the New Year? There are hundreds of tales to read, recipes, essays & longer pieces, & the nicest community you could ever find! Also, Wolf will send you a special card, with one of his drawings enclosed.
I've seen a few negative comments about the BBC's latest adaptation of
#GreatExpectations
. I haven't watched any of it — the returns seem to diminish with each incarnation.
However, I did enjoy the first episode of
#MagpieMurders
, which the BBC hardly promoted at all.
As three o’clock approaches and a choirboy prepares to take his place at the west door of the chapel of King’s College, Cambridge, I wish you, my friends and followers, a peaceful and restorative Christmas. May we all face the new year with hope and courage.
For me? Really for me?
The stories by
@AnneLouiseAvery
bring light into my life all year round, but this — in the deepest, dark expectancy of Advent — is the most special illumination yet. I feel very, very lucky indeed.
The Thirteenth Window. It was Little Yule, St Lucie's Day, the glimmering, snow-feathered, Whortleberry-arched doorway to Christmas. According to the old reckoning, this was the shortest day of the year, the turn-point of the light, & Old Fox's cottage was ablaze with candles.
Old Fox, with his supply of pantry essentials and bottomless well of love, really helped me in Lockdown 1 and all that’s happened since. As our certainties continue to shift, I know I’ll be turning to him still.
Old Fox had walked to the next village to buy supplies: candles, tea, sugar, rice, sardines, cooking chocolate, milk, eggs & ginger cake for Wolf. Afterwards, putting things away in the pantry, he listened to the birds settling for the night & suddenly found himself in tears.
Can’t sleep for the weather buffeting the cottage & suddenly remembered Masefield:
‘Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.’
I am constantly encouraged and renewed by the empathy and perception that weave and wind like sweet honeysuckle through the Old Fox stories of
@AnneLouiseAvery
. This is one of my favourites.
Snare Wednesday & Old Fox was pegging his sheets in the warm spring sun. The lines stretched from tree to tree in the orchard & as he worked he thought about Judas & how terrible & how necessary & how lonely he was.
@AnneLouiseAvery
’s Patreon is a lovely lovely place, full of longer stories you won’t have read here — the tale of Old Fox’s visit to 1930 Oxford is one of my favourites. Please do subscribe if you can. Thank you.
🦊Thank you so much for asking how to support me & my writing at this very difficult time. The best way to help is to join my patreon (Stories! Essays! Cards from Wolf! Recipes! ) or buy me a chocolate on Ko-fi! 🦊
Some of my recent drawings. I was hoping to finish them this past week, but my back put pay to that. I’m slowly recovering, so hoping next week I’ll be able to sit and work on them - even if it’s not for long.
#art
#drawing
#fox
#wolf
Was I a good journalist, Old Fox, I can't seem to remember, said Wolf. It's all a bit vague. You were superb, said Old Fox, who was doing the ironing, you were fearless, you saw through the power, through the money, through the lies, & your words made the world a better place.
Important Monday question: who else knows this activity, as the subject of this illustration, as 'brambling'?
I have always known it as 'blackberrying'.
Is it regional? (I'm in Kent.)
7th Window. It was very cold & the frost was still glittering on the fields, but a great fire was blazing in the drawing room, where Wolf & Pine Marten were making long paper chains of the brightest colours, fortified by their elevenses – hot cocoa & Old Fox's best mince pies.
Old Fox & Bear walked to the Jewish cemetery by the woods. They carried pails & brushes & carbolic soap. All day long they scrubbed the stones. But what can we do, asked Bear. We remember what happened before & we remember why, replied Old Fox, as angry as Bear had ever seen him.
Lying on the floor of her office, the Fox had had enough. A rising philologist, she didn't want to work all hours of day & night; she wanted to watch the moon rise, drink Crème de violette in smart cafes, eat, sleep. So she joined the picket line & fought for herself & others.
Old Fox couldn't sleep, so he made a pot of tea & some bloater paste sandwiches & watched one of his favourites films: A Matter of Life and Death, with David Niven. He liked to imagine which historical figure would represent him in the court scene, he rather fancied Hugo Grotius.
I want to inhabit a June world that is all elderflowers and roses, garden fêtes and good friendship, and drowsy afternoons under the apple trees.
Luckily I know a portal to a world like that, and it is the Patreon of
@AnneLouiseAvery
. Won’t you join us?
There are wasps nesting under the eaves, close to my window. Every time I see them going to and fro, I think of this story by
@AnneLouiseAvery
and try to bid them a mental ‘good day.’
(As long as they don’t come after my cherry cake, we’ll get along just fine.)
Old Fox had climbed up to the high attic, where he still stored apples, to say Good Day to the wasps & find some more material for Wolf's banners. Before he came down, he opened the stiff leaded windows & leaned out, looking out across the orchard to the dark woods by Barrowdown.
As well as the excellent, heartwarming & heartbreaking Old Fox stories,
@AnneLouiseAvery
writes the most beautiful petite histoires, often inspired by items of Edwardian clothing, which lead us into different worlds of enchantment.
Once upon a time in Surrey, there was a young woman who could talk to owls. By day, she worked at a milliners in Richmond, but at night, she heard the tales of shadow-mousers, hobhouchins & jenny-howlets, & learnt of the moon & the church tower, the haystack & the field mouse.
Wolf’s Rose-By-Any-Other-Name cake comes with the most splendid and characteristically Wolf-ish backstory on Patreon. If you can, please do become a patron. It’s one of the best decisions I ever made!
🌹On Shakespeare's Birthday, why not make Wolf's Rose- By-Any-Other-Name Cake, otherwise known as Will's Birthday Cake! A very delicious & grand rose and raspberry cake, but very easy to make. This & many other recipes & stories available on my patreon! 🐺
To find out how Very Important this is in the life of our beloved Pine Marten, I really do recommend subscribing to Anne Louise Avery's Patreon account. If you love him as much as I do, you won't be disappointed — I promise.
Pine Marten had ordered some things from L.Cornelissen & Son & was so excited he couldn't sleep. Egyptian Blue & Rinman's Green, Venetian Red & Naples Yellow. Walnut ink & a set of new pastels & drawing pencils scented with orange blossom & three books of heavy drawing paper.
@HWarlow
Can we have an honourable mention for the Five Find-Outers (and dog)? I read these with their brilliant Mary Gernat covers & illustrations over and over again.
Under a thundery yellow sky, Mouse & Old Fox were picking blackberries on Gleydestow lane. Mouse accidentally dropped her basket & began to cry. I can't do anything, I'm such an idiot. Old Fox took her little paw in his, you are one of the bravest souls I have ever met, he said.
1930s Covent Garden eagerly awaited the first January consignments of fluffy, honey-scented mimosa from the Cote d'Azur, bringing sunshine and a racy air of the Scott Fitzgeralds to London drawing rooms.
Pine Marten was almost asleep. Wolf had been reading him a chapter from Puck of Pook's Hill. He'd just closed the book & was thinking about a little supper, when he heard Pine Marten whisper.
I love you so much, Wolf.
Wolf tried to reply, but he simply couldn't find his voice.
#BriefEncounter
is on BBC2 at 2.05 this afternoon, which means you've just got time to gen up on the Boots Lending Library through this excellent thread by
@AnneLouiseAvery
. 📚❤️🧵
There's a fleeting scene in Brief Encounter when Celia Johnson nips into Boots the Chemist to change her library book: “Miss Lewis had at last managed to get the new Kate O'Brien for me. I believe she’d kept it hidden under the counter for two days.”
Isn't it a little dark in here, said Old Fox, won't you come & join us in the meadow? I've had enough of summer, said Wolf, I want the North wind & syrup cake & bonfires in the orchard & blackberry jam & Michaelmas daisies & the geese all a-skeining in the mist.
Advent & Christmas in Old Fox’s world really is the most magical time. It doesn’t matter if all the stories aren’t new — like treasured baubles that we hang on the tree each year, they will shine just as beautifully and recall past moments of joy alongside the bright additions.
❄️It is time once more for Old Fox's Advent Calendar! Throughout December, I will be writing one frozen fragment each day, glittering & icy-cold, blown in by the North Wind. Join my patreon or buy me a cup of chocolate on Ko-fi & write Christmas in your message, & I will add to
Because I choose a degree of anonymity, and because I frequently like and/or retweet, I’m guessing it’s only a matter of time before the new regime identifies me as a bot. In case I’m locked out for ever, can I just say now that it’s been — on the whole — a pleasure. Be good.
You might think you know the writing of
@AnneLouiseAvery
, but this piece, on walking the Cotswold Way, is on another level entirely. Hers is a rare and splendid talent. To read this is to soar with the larks over meadow and battlefield.
"I, too, have stood on Haresfield Camp & seen the rain swept seaward across the River Severn from the Brecon Beacons, great shafts of...sunlight moving over the countryside like wartime searchlights." Memory, grief & deep fellowship on the Cotswold Way. …
Is it ever too early for cake?
This craggy, sugared beauty is Old Fox’s Madeira cake, from
@AnneLouiseAvery
’s Patreon, where she shares longer delightful stories and lots of delicious recipes.
(Wolf knows the answer my question!)
I see him here, looking so young and thoughtfully studious, and it breaks my heart to remember the way his life ended, and to think of all the Doctor has been through, too
@AnneLouiseAvery
xx
@TheWatchfulCook
@AnneLouiseAvery
'[Wolf] gathered up all the custard creams in the biscuit aisle. They’re for my friend, he growled, he likes them best.'
My heavens, I love Wolf.
I’m having a really nostalgic day on Twitter today. When I was small my dad used to bring home the big, glossy Christmas cards he received in his office, and this work was always on at least one of them. 🧡
Discussion about the pattern & the vast popularity of the Willow Pattern china in Britain (the ‘good old stuff’ with its intimations of safety and domesticity) has raised the intriguing possibility in my mind that
@AnneLouiseAvery
’s grandfather drew this plate from memory. 💙
Many are highly detailed and intricate, a way of briefly taking one's traumatised mind away from the boredom and the discomfort and the horrors for a while.
#RemembranceDay2018
How did I not know that last week (and the last week of each September) was
#SeaOtterAwarenessWeek
? Here he is, a day late but none the worse for that.
A blustery day by the soft coal fire in the Parlour. Sea Otter had lit his pipe & given in to Wolf's request for stories. There in that safe warm, he conjured the dark swell of the North Atlantic, the bitter cold of Middle Watch, sea stars wheeling in their stern beauty above.
@AnneLouiseAvery
So many of us feel our sight dimmed this morning. We know the good things are still there, but they are harder and harder to see. Your stories bring us both reality and hope. xxx
London Underground House Mouse. Not a regular little mouse life. Did you know there are half a million mice living in the tube system, entire lives never seeing daylight, surviving on litter & dropped crumbs? They are blacker than their luxury digs mouse cousins, due to soot!
This thread about the Boots lending library is a fascinating piece of social history. With ‘cheap’ bookstall paperbacks no longer as cheap as they were, we need more libraries.
There's a fleeting scene in Brief Encounter when Celia Johnson nips into Boots the Chemist to change her library book: “Miss Lewis had at last managed to get the new Kate O'Brien for me. I believe she’d kept it hidden under the counter for two days.”