Stag
Stray bits of gorse wood began finding their way into my pockets when out walking the moor surrounding our home. I wasn’t sure what they were for but suspected they might come together to make something for above our fireplace. My wife Lily said she wanted stag antlers there, so the dousing rods crossed, and the gorse became antlers for this feller. The church in nearby Tavistock is named for Saint Eustachius, a Roman who converted to Christianity when he saw a vision of the cross between the antlers of a stag he was hunting. I worked a shadow of this tale into the markings on the face.
