The Bancroft Estate is in a parallel universe! Managed by Georgina McClure this is a place where creative people can take refuge and tone up their creative spirit. Aside from the Manor house where residents can claim a space or spend time with a character they are working with the Bancroft Estate has a number of other building. The Manor House is also a base for tours and sometimes offers projects. These are advertised through the closed Bancroft Manor Facebook Group.
Perhaps you will claim a space like in one of these or find something even more inspired.
Some residents at Bancroft have helped to create a visual impression of how they perceive this world.
How far would you go to save someone you care about?
How far would you run or fly or crawl to save somebody else?
How far would you go to save yourself?
Have you ever tried, was it worth it? Did it matter at all?
We all come from somewhere and I suppose in the end we all end up in the same place with the same question in our eyes and frozen on our lips. Read More
A Journey to Bancroft Begins
I’ve been lost in a vast desert, burnt by the sun, scratched by cactus and sagebrush, thirsty and exhausted. The days have blended together, and I know far too much time has passed, but I just don’t remember how to get back. I know I learned some important things long ago, things that gleamed like gold in a dark mine, but the memory of how to find those things has fled. I am bereft, lost and alone.
Now, a path appears out of nowhere, and somehow it seems familiar. I follow it, and the desert begins to fade into the prairie, long and rolling, golden under the sun. The prairie leads to hills with green trees on them, and as I crest the top of the nearest one, I see forests and streams. Running now, I follow the path into the forest, and the cool shade caresses my burnt skin gently. I wade through a stream and the water soothes the scratches on my feet and legs. I feel my taut nerves start to unwind, and I take a deep breath of the clear air.
The path leads up to a gate, and I find I have a key. I slip inside to a garden, and a man made of butterflies bows to me, gesturing to a large building I have not seen before, but recognize as my haven. I sigh with relief. I am safe. I am here. Source: SheWolf’s New Journey
Some residents choose to respond to creative stimuli that is provide on associated sites.
For others Bancroft is simply a place to come to work and share within a creative collective.
The Bancroft Estate is a self sufficient place where you can unashamedly spread the word about the creative endeavours you are engaged in.