Welcome to Pook's Hill

It is Midsummer Eve in the Sussex Weald. Around the fairy ring, you dance in innocent fun. Suddenly, a strange creature appears from out of legend and dreams. His impish smile and wide, sparkling eyes make the creature seem as young as a newborn babe. But you can sense that he is much older -- as old as Britain itself. His name is Puck, and he is an Old Thing. His bones are as old and powerful as the Oak, Ash and Thorn.

Puck and the Fairies by Richard Dadd, 1841

Puck and the Fairies by Richard Dadd, 1841


 

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