Deep in the heart of Mossycup Wood lies Poggle Hollow, a place not many people know about and those who do
keep it very hush hush. Living in this very secret and slightly magical place are the Pogglewitt, a friendly fun-loving, tiny
woodland folk who grow their nests on the highest branches of the oldest trees.

Waking with the early morning light and the twittering birds the tiny Pogglewitt  folk cheerily snoot their greeting to one another and set about having as much fun as
possible.

Pastimes such as cloud-watching, collecting butterfly dust and singing to the minnows are very important and highly regarded by each Pogglewitt.

But most important of all is the daily celebration of being Pogglewitt.  As the sun drops in the sky stretching the shadows on the forest floor, the tiny Pogglewitt gather together in Poggle Hall, the oldest and wisest oak tree in Mossycup Wood.

With the celebrations carrying on late into the evening, storytelling, singing and dancing a jig to the tune of a snizzle are essential ingredients to the merriment and not to be taken lightly.

With the lazy days of summer drawing to close the ground stretches the shadows even further and a flurry and a bustle takes place in Poggle Hollow.  Autumn is a hive of doings and goings-on for the tiny Pogglewitt.

Although they slumber and snooze their way through the cold dark months of winter they need to make sure their winter larder is well stocked with tiny treats.

It’s always comforting to know you can have a little nibble on a tasty something should you need it.

Waking with the early morning light and the twittering birds the tiny Pogglewitt  folk cheerily snoot their greeting to one another and set about having as much fun as
possible.

Pastimes such as cloud-watching, collecting butterfly dust and singing to the minnows are very important and highly regarded by each Pogglewitt.

But most important of all is the daily celebration of being Pogglewitt.  As the sun drops in the sky stretching the shadows on the forest floor, the tiny Pogglewitt gather together in Poggle Hall, the oldest and wisest oak tree in Mossycup Wood.

With the celebrations carrying on late into the evening, storytelling, singing and dancing a jig to the tune of a snizzle are essential ingredients to the merriment and not to be taken lightly.

With the lazy days of summer drawing to close the ground stretches the shadows even further and a flurry and a bustle takes place in Poggle Hollow.  Autumn is a hive of doings and goings-on for the tiny Pogglewitt.

Although they slumber and snooze their way through the cold dark months of winter they need to make sure their winter larder is well stocked with tiny treats.

It’s always comforting to know you can have a little nibble on a tasty something should you need it.

Eventually waves of sleepiness drift over Poggle Hollow.  Heavy-eyed Pogglewitt snuggle down for their long winter sleep, waking only occasionally on bright frosty days as the sun warms their chilly toes.

Snooting their greeting they brave the cold with an icy dewdrop on the end of their snout, to meet and greet their chums.  This happens for the all-important midwinter jamboree of Pogmanay and the big annual Sniffing the Snowdrop Event.

With the passing of time buds swell on the trees, flowers carpet the forest floor and winter fades with the Pogglewitt dreams in the warm spring air.

The glorious cacophony of the dawn chorus awakes the tiny Pogglewitt folk from their long winter slumber.

Come and join in the merriment and magic of Mossycup Wood.

You’ll never want to leave if you can find it.

Eventually waves of sleepiness drift over Poggle Hollow.  Heavy-eyed Pogglewitt snuggle down for their long winter sleep, waking only occasionally on bright frosty days as the sun warms their chilly toes.

Snooting their greeting they brave the cold with an icy dewdrop on the end of their snout, to meet and greet their chums.  This happens for the all-important midwinter jamboree of Pogmanay and the big annual Sniffing the Snowdrop Event.

With the passing of time buds swell on the trees, flowers carpet the forest floor and winter fades with the Pogglewitt dreams in the warm spring air.

The glorious cacophony of the dawn chorus awakes the tiny Pogglewitt folk from their long winter slumber.

Come and join in the merriment and magic of Mossycup Wood.

You’ll never want to leave if you can find it.

Mossycup Wood is brought to you by Storyteller and Artist Emma Dunne.
Emma lives in Kent with her husband Geoff and their very hairy and strong-willed not so white Westie.

Emma enjoys spending her days writing her stories and illustrating her beautiful books.  Not forgetting to have lots of fun in the magic place of Mossycup Wood with Fleabane, spiderwort, Butterfly-pea and all their chums.