I have used this photograph from the series, Robin of Sherwood. I find it very flattering.
As the ancient pagan god of the hunt, I have decided to enter in to the spirit of the modern age, by getting myself a blog. It is long overdue.
Throughout my long existence I have watched history unfurl, and humanity evolve. I walk with gods; I dance with Fate. Well, I say “I dance” with her. Actually, that is figurative. She hates me. If there was a dance, it would be more about me avoiding her attentions, than actually engaging with her in some kind of sick, choreographed display. If I ever did dance with her, I feel certain she would tread on my feet. Apart from the fact she would enjoy inflicting pain on me, I don’t imagine she can actually dance. Anyway, I digress.
I have decided to launch myself in to the blogosphere, like an old carrot, resigned to its demise, being hurled with vigour upon an old compost heap. I have much to say. Well, at the very least, there are some people out there that are interested in what I have to say. Namely theologians, fans of the nineteen-eighties television series Robin of Sherwood and a multi-national community of Pagan nutcases.
So here it is. The Herniad. My story.
Or part of it, anyway.
Herne the Hunter
