We are in northern France, visiting relatives that were only re-discovered three years ago, after an eighty years gap… My paternal grandmother was the youngest sister of an elder brother
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Keys of Heaven (10): A Final Resting PlaceKeys of Heaven (10): A Final Resting Place
continued from Part 9 The village of Lastingham, of the southern edge of the North York Moors, was a fitting place to end our weekend – both for its mysterious
Whitby Weekend: The Crypt at LastinghamWhitby Weekend: The Crypt at Lastingham
A few of us made our way down the stone steps of St Mary’s in Lastingham, into the crypt where the bones of St Cedd are reputedly buried. To do
Whitby Weekend: The church at LastinghamWhitby Weekend: The church at Lastingham
It was only a few miles to the final destination of the Silent Eye’s weekend in North Yorkshire. We were heading for St Mary’s church at Lastingham, the final resting
Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…Whitby Weekend: Moorland stone…
On the Sunday morning, we met at the Lion Inn, perched some thirteen hundred feet above sea level and high on the North Yorkshire moors. The sixteenth-century inn is an
Whitby Weekend: A Coastline of GhostsWhitby Weekend: A Coastline of Ghosts
It felt odd driving down the steep hill to Runswick Bay. I had walked down… and back up… that hill so many times before, equipped with a bucket and spade
Whitby Weekend: Mysteries in stoneWhitby Weekend: Mysteries in stone
It seems rather unfair to call the displayed Viking and medieval stones ‘the best bit’ of St Oswald’s church in Lythe, but in terms of excitement… and for me, at
Whitby Weekend: Inside the church at Lythe…Whitby Weekend: Inside the church at Lythe…
Stuart and I had been to Lythe before, some years ago, early in our travels, sent to the little church by a friend. The church is dedicated to St Oswald,
Fear and Love in the High Peak – (2) “I want a posset!”Fear and Love in the High Peak – (2) “I want a posset!”
The first visit of the Silent Eye ‘Rites of Passage: Seeing Beyond Fear’ weekend was to the Derbyshire village of Eyam (pronounced Eem) – The Plague Village. Our family has
Fear and Love in the High Peak – part oneFear and Love in the High Peak – part one
It’s not the best of photo resolutions, but the above image says it all. Briony saluting the Derbyshire landscape in her own way at the end of three days of
Vexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexityVexed by the Tribe 2 – the fabrication of complexity
We’re visiting relatives. It’s friendly. We have a light meal and some cake to follow. But then someone mentions Brexit and a cold frost descends on the room… My wife
Vexed by the TribeVexed by the Tribe
I am vexed… It’s a word you don’t hear much, now. Old English, I believe. It describes an agitated state of mind – and possibly body – when something nagging
Primal ScreenPrimal Screen
Somewhere in the frontal cortex of our brains there’s a very special junction – a place where we learned to do something truly different with our minds… Let’s call it
The Way to Dusty Death?The Way to Dusty Death?
We were in Ulverston, Dean and I. We’d just climbed the famous ‘Hoad’ – a tall monument on the top of a tall hill that looks like a lighthouse… but
The Golden Eye of Fiveness (2)The Golden Eye of Fiveness (2)
Sunflower florets are arranged in a natural spiral having a Fibonacci sequence, with different values for clockwise and anticlockwise rotation. Image Wiki CC by SA 2.5 L. Shyamal – Own work. In
“The best day, ever” in Eden“The best day, ever” in Eden
They were watching me from the side of a steep bank that frames the inner edge of a huge surface of concrete which will soon be Eden North, replicating –
The Light between the Railway CarriagesThe Light between the Railway Carriages
The light between the railway carriages… It was one of the best analogies I ever had given to me; yet it took me years to grasp its fullness. Like any
Bill and Ben?Bill and Ben?
“Stand still…” I placed the newly-found basis of a godly crown upon his head. “I am not wearing a plant pot on my head!” To be fair, I should probably
Getting there…Getting there…
January…and the clock is ticking down to spring. Work that has been going on all year now changes gear. It began in earnest last year, with a research trip to
Our Song of Truth…Our Song of Truth…
* We circle the Long Stone, feet planted gently but firmly on the earth… Arms and hands hang loosely by our sides… We close our eyes… We breathe deeply… We
Whispers of BabylonWhispers of Babylon
It is unlike anything you’ve seen before. If you were raised, like I was, on sci-fi, you’ll recognise the soaring structures that look like other-worldly trees; whose job is to