The clock is balanced, of day and night, The season of song birds nesting, chicks hatching, Narcissi nodding in the breeze, spring’s here now, Clean out the dusts of winters chills, Walk out and find a well filled creative space, Put a smile of wonder on you face, Just off the Tarka Trail where we make Art and leather in our creative haven, Come and see our creative ventures, Look and question, find a treasure, Custom a new bag, purse or belt in leather, Find a print to adorn a wall, a talking point, Or painting to brighten the darkest hall, Ostara is a pagan fest, to celebrate this time of year, Join us, book a class, commission a creation, Investigate our latest creating, An open studio spring adventure, We hope to see you there!
Tarka Ho! a poem, by Red.
As you were to wander, cross golden stone hue and rippled wake,
A far cry from the Western shore, coz ye’ll find nought by a lingerin,
Step lively I say and come thee hither, Aye set thee feet on these time garbled cobbles and alike,
As thee might, they say and find you not dashed either by ray or drop alike.
As fine Tarka, do cry Ho! with glimering sign,
Find us nestled and awaiting,
You brave and adverturesome an be welcombe to our merry ways,
