i don’t really want to return to the times when dartmoor farmers would hang these hag stones from their house keys, or lay them on their windowsills, to ward off spirits and evil spells. but part of me would still like my conception of the world to include the possibility that witches haunt the hedgerows at night, and ride horses hard across the moors. the world would be a bigger place if i could believe that. i’m a scientist to my core. but three of our four chickens aren’t laying right now. and i really want to blame it on witches, and i want to be able to cure it with a couple of hag stones hung from the electronic key to my 2005 toyota prius.

hag stones

mediterranean sea near sète, france