Celyn Tegid is the wise and mystical hare. He is known only in legend as one who long ago learnt the ancient and sacred lore at Myrddin’s feet. He lives amongst the wild tors far from the hills and valleys around Lavender Farm and Meadowbrook. Those who wish to find him must journey into the wild lands and the dark forest to the lost garden and the lonely tors beyond. Some say he appeared on the night Blossom was born.
Agatha lives at the bottom of Mr Meurs’ walled garden at Lavender Farm near the country town of Meadowbrook. Agatha is a gentle, nervous rabbit, who prefers the safety of her home and the garden to living in the wild burrows across the river.
She has good reason to be nervous – because Blossom’s father is a clever but crazed were-rabbit, a wanderer who appears and then disappears again, usually after stirring up trouble in the quiet valley. Agatha dreads his return. If he finds out about Blossom, she’s afraid Buck will try to embroil Blossom in his evil plans.
Blossom is the main character. He lives with his mother Agatha Bunny in their little house at the bottom of the garden at Lavender Farm.
But Blossom is different to most rabbits – his father is a were-rabbit. Agatha is terrified that Blossom will become a were-rabbit too.
Follow Blossom’s adventures.
Roland Rat (or Roly) is a cunning rodent who lives in Lavender Farm’s old stables. He a nose for any trouble and mischief that will benefit him. He sometimes works for Malevant as a sneak and spy.
The Lay of Celyn Tegid (a prophecy)
Blessed be the children of the valley of Gwy
Their roots lie strong and deep in the earth
Unmarshalled and leaderless, still they keep watch
White forest of the goddess
Many have grown since the first sapling
Blessed is the blackthorn – Straif, increaser of secrets
He who numbers among the eight, guardian of the dark time
They will need his protection in the coming days
He will favour the hedgerows and old dwellings
At Samhain he will cast off the witch’s thorn
even as the raven flies free against the stars
Blessed be the Apple tree, Myrddin’s delight
Under whose leaves time holds no sway
The apprentice will rise and bear his master’s will
Sweet apple tree by creek and river
the light fades from your silver boughs
evil shall rend bone and flesh as blood stains the east
long ago the battle was fought in Cymru
and long has the song been lost to the wind
Those who seek written accounts are misled
The battle of trees wages through the ages
One who wishes for war approaches
The gentle hare will not fear him
Sweet apple tree, sweet apple tree
The plum-sloe guards the sacred groves
Under blue sky and black night
The blossom will prevail.
(Audio recording by Em Burgess-Gilchrist)