Shapwick, Somerset – Thankful Village #25

There’s a few Shapwicks. I got myself into a muddle. I was nearly booked to play the Shapwick village fete before realising it was the wrong Shapwick.

There’s more than a few Mistletoe Brides as well. It’s a folk tale that travels around and a few places lay claim to the story.

Folk tales float like leaves on a breeze. They land wherever they find plausibility.

There is a manor in Shapwick at least, as there was in the story.

We found leaves pinned onto truncated trees with different coloured drawing pins. Why would someone pin leaves to a tree trunk? What would they be doing?

I wrote a song at the top of some stairs leading to a back entrance to the church. It was summer; Christmas was a long way away. I was a long way from home.

I floated into Shapwick on a breeze. I pinned a story to it. I drifted out again.

(video shot by Imogen Griffiths)