The half-a-millennium old carvings that ended-up at the heart of my screenplay …

circa 500 years old Northern European carvings – depicting scenes from the life of St Hubert -the two were in my care … the wood is lime wood and so very light.
The catalyst for my quest – and subsequent epic story – was their theft from ‘my’ church, just after Easter 1988. I was devastated. Wounded in a way that took me years to come to terms with.

SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, MOST PROBABLY IN EUROPE, OBVIOUSLY, KNOW WHERE THEY ARE – NOT ON PUBLIC DISPLAY BUT BELONGING TO A (SHALL I SAY) ‘CLOSED GROUP.’

It was a privilege to be their custodian for a few years, and to have these excellent prints of them. And, of course, memories that no one can steal.

Cervus fugitivus, forever an ‘elusive presence in my life!

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