Category: Hart of the Wud

hart of the wud

Welcome to The Hart of the Wud, a phrase I’ve borrowed from Russell Hoban’s novel Riddley Walker. It’s a place in the wild forest, with all the resonances that entails.

Falling, slowing, gathering

A poem and video from the woods at the end of a December afternoon.

Wild Apples

What happens to Francis when he’s demoted to a rural posting? Wild Apples is a short story first published in Dark Mountain 14.

Respect your creative fire

Four summers ago I nearly died. The pain in my gut got so intense that I was taken to A&E, where I lay on the waiting room floor for hours.

About

Sara Hudston: I live in one of the most rural parts of West Dorset…

Everything in life has a cost. I’ve found that financial costs are generally the cheapest in the wider scheme of things, but they nevertheless have to be met. I offer my work here on this site for free and don’t expect payment. Most of all I hope my writing resonates with you and “listens back” to what you might be hearing in the world. If it does, and you think that’s worthwhile, I offer the chance for you to support me to write more. It’s entirely voluntary and I leave it up to you to decide the amount. I am hugely grateful for all gifts and will thank you personally.

I hope my writing resonates with you and “listens back” to what you might be hearing in the world. If it does, and you think that’s worthwhile, I offer the chance for you to support me to write more. It’s entirely voluntary and I leave it up to you to decide the amount.

I am hugely grateful for all gifts and will thank you personally. You’ll also get a standard receipt email.

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