Fern Hill Bracelet

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A delicate bracelet made from silver ferns, an attempt to immortalise those fleeting elements from nature and celebrate them

Material: Sterling silver

Fern Size: 6mm x 15mm

Chain: Sterling silver trace chain with spring ring clasp.

Chain length: 170mm

Beads: 2mm faceted beads strung over the 0.9mm chain

Fern Hill

Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

The night above the dingle starry,

Time let me hail and climb

Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

Trail with daisies and barley

Down the rivers of the windfall light...

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A delicate bracelet made from silver ferns, an attempt to immortalise those fleeting elements from nature and celebrate them

Material: Sterling silver

Fern Size: 6mm x 15mm

Chain: Sterling silver trace chain with spring ring clasp.

Chain length: 170mm

Beads: 2mm faceted beads strung over the 0.9mm chain

Fern Hill

Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

The night above the dingle starry,

Time let me hail and climb

Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

Trail with daisies and barley

Down the rivers of the windfall light...

A delicate bracelet made from silver ferns, an attempt to immortalise those fleeting elements from nature and celebrate them

Material: Sterling silver

Fern Size: 6mm x 15mm

Chain: Sterling silver trace chain with spring ring clasp.

Chain length: 170mm

Beads: 2mm faceted beads strung over the 0.9mm chain

Fern Hill

Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953

Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs

About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,

The night above the dingle starry,

Time let me hail and climb

Golden in the heydays of his eyes,

And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns

And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves

Trail with daisies and barley

Down the rivers of the windfall light...