Rob Vickery

I recently visited All Hallows Church in the village of Kea, just outside Truro, and amongst the stained glass there is a wonderful depiction of St Kea standing before King Arthur. I knew there was an Arthurian connection to Kea before visiting, but seeing the two of them together made me want to dig a little deeper into exactly why a relatively obscure Cornish saint had found his way into the story of Britain’s most famous legendary king. The answer, or at least part of it, can be found in...

Folklore has always belonged to the next person who hears the story. Not the person who turned it into a lecture, a society, a brand, a flag, a campaign, or a heavily referenced book with a tiny print run and a very serious cover. It belongs to the child sitting cross-legged on the floor, wide-eyed, asking what happened next. It belongs to the teenager who hears an old story and suddenly realises that the monster, the knight, the lost child, the proud king, the strange old woman at the edge...

Unleash your imagination and bring legendary beasts, strange beings, and mythical places to life in your own wild creation.