The Skerryvore Light

In tiny Hynish’s western shore Where gentle waves now kiss the sand The resting seas recall the names Of they who built the Skerryvore ➰ Forgotten in the passing nights Unknown to most, of even few Who chance on Hebridean soil And stumble on the wreck of lights ➰ For ears a story here in…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stone and bone

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
I was distinctly sceptical…unsure what to expect when we parked at the entrance to the mines. So many ancient sites, once commercialised, seem to lose both their intimacy and essence, but I remembered watching something about the discovery many years ago and was curious to see for myself what…

A Bibliomantic Tale IV…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
* * “Somewhere in all that cloud stands a Druid at the head of a circle.” “Let’s go see if we can find him.” … * The Pillars: Penmaenmawr. * Tee minus Six hours and counting… “It’s odd, I had no recollection of these pillars, yet now that I…

An Eye full of Reflections (3)

It takes only a few minutes to descend into the village from the entrance archway, beneath which is the McGoohan bronze, but in that time the temperature soars, and the rare and pure blue of the June sky, only a week away from the fullness of the summer solstice, becomes flecked with gold whenever I…

Oxen Home

  It’s a station on the North-West main line – ‘Oxenholme’ is how it is really written. If you set quiz questions, it’s a good one: what’s the only main line station in Britain to be found in a village? Oxenholme is really on the outskirts of Kendal – as close as the main north-south…

A Bibliomantic Tale…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
** “Curses,” said Butch, tugging at his collar in the sticky heat. “Now, what?” sighed Serafina. “It’s another of those Silent Eye thing-a-me-jigs.” “A Walk and Talk Weekend?” “That’s the one.” “And what’s so bad about that?” “Well, nothing, ‘cept we’ll have to give some readings.” “Not necessarily,” chimed…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Getting there…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We took our time getting organised, intending to take a leisurely drive cross-country… perhaps stopping along the way, wherever the spirit moved us. In the spirit of the planned walk-and-talk weekend, the prisoners had escaped and were heading for the border. Anyone would think we were on holiday. We…

An Eye full of Reflections (2)

There is so much going on that you can miss him on the downward leg of the guided introduction to Portmeirion. In a world of the strangely beautiful, one in which the normal laws of constructing a ‘village’ have been changed, there is simply too much to see to notice the quiet, deeply bronze head…

An Eye full of Reflections (1)

The idea is a simple one: to pick a location and invite a group of friends – some of them Companions of the Silent Eye School, some simply friends, some new to the whole thing – to experience it in a different way… It does require a degree of preparation. For these ‘shared discovery’ events…

Third Annual Bloggers Bash

Originally posted on Take Five Authors:
This is rather a self-indulgent post as I re-live the Bloggers Bash. I can’t believe it’s already a week since I was in London meeting up with bloggers, some of whom I met last year, some of whom I only knew online and others whose blogs were new to…

Religious Syncretism? IV…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* “Is he meant to be a giant?” “In the story he is two-thirds divine, one third-man.” “Which doesn’t actually answer my question.” “I don’t know, is he meant to be a giant?” “Ah, I see… Well, if that is a full grown lion, then he is very definitely a…

An Encounter with Death

It is 1616. King James VI of Scotland has been on the throne of England and Ireland for thirteen years, having inherited the kingdom as the closest surviving relative of the beloved and sadly deceased Queen Elizabeth I. England continues to go through a time of both upheaval and opportunity, though the crowning glory of…