I once tried to draw Stephen Rea! As you can see it's not the best likeness, but let me embarrass myself further by admitting that I have elaborate fantasy scenarios where Stephen Rea brings me cups of tea as I sit by a window and languidly watch the rain fall endlessly. 'Endlessly' is a terrible word to end a sentence with.
Pretty sure this was inspired by one of the poems at the end of Ted Hughes's Gaudete. For some reason the line "the oak is flying astride the earth" still gives me chills. And before you say it, I know this tree here isn't an oak.
Hi, this is our ~national animal~ except for the part where it's almost extinct and almost certainly will be soon, in the wild. Doom. Dooom.