Home

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
In the high places A veil of serenity Soothes the wildest heart Savage beasts bow to beauty And passion wears purity A moorland dawn. The heather is in bloom, its delicate honey fragrances the morning for me alone. No bees yet seek the purple heart of the…

Waiting…

Such beauty in your pristine edge Precision killer of my stroll When summer’s heat extends — And pant to unclad leg migrates In summer breeze that soothes the soul Exposing flesh to that which rends — No wrath to insects, bees or sheep Just to my naive naked limb From what beneath the ivy bends…

The Ticket Inspector…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* I am late. I am expected in Leicester and now my only option is to catch the last train. The last train to Leicester is a slow train and also appears to be experiencing difficulties. Stopping where there are no stations. That sort of thing. It becomes clear that…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: On the headland

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We woke to a glorious morning for our final day in Wales. We still had things to see… far more things than we expected, in fact…but they would be on our way back to Yorkshire. I had been reluctant to leave the beach and turn my back…

Eldest

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
“Just how old are you?” Although youth has long died, “As young as the moment,” My body replied. “If I want to play out In the sun, or climb trees, Run laughing through dewdrops, …I’ll do as I please. I have a few wrinkles, My hair’s going…

Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (1)

The tiny airport was a refreshing change to the madness of modern flying, with its scarring signature of  ‘security’. You could imagine a kindly local lady rushing out and saying, “Hamish the Russian terrorist is on holiday today, so I’m just going to wave you through, dearies…” There was, though, little distance to wave us…

A Bibliomantic Tale IX…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
* * Our encounter with Dyffryn Ardudwy on the previous day had whetted our prehistoric appetite. The challenge now was to find a suitable site on our journey back en-route to Llandudno. There was no shortage of possible contenders although many of them involved steep climbs and the hot…

Seamless

We see as if we were above Though loosely rooted on the soil And layered logic takes away The glory of the pearl-light stream Rising, rich in shining joy From darker line of summer’s trees ©Copyright Stephen Tanham

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valley

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Tiny roads, miles from nowhere and barely wide enough for a car, wound between hills and hedgerows before finally opening out into the valley. And there, we became a traffic jam. The road was occupied by a horse that had evidently let itself out of its home and wandered…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stones

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We had no idea where we would be taken for the final visit of the day. We suspected an ancient site as the area is just strewn with them. A brief glance at a map of prehistoric sites had left me wishing we were going to be in the…

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sun

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We were up and away early again, this time well supplied with munchables on which to break our fast. We may have missed the dawn, but we still caught the echoes of its gilding on the mountains. We wanted to take a look at a stone circle we had…

An Eye full of Reflections (7 of 7)

Amidst the seemingly pristine field of stones, the old oak tree usually went unnoticed… Like this group of happy but somewhat weary pilgrims, newly entered via the gate at the top of the narrow, fern-lined path, most visitors stood in amazed silence at the large oval of twin-chambered stonework in front of them, conscious of…