It didn’t look right, even from a distance. There was a forlorn, forgotten feel to the place, even though it is readily accessible and, to judge by the wearing of
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North-easterly VII: A final graceNorth-easterly VII: A final grace
“…Manifest thy light for my regeneration, and let the breadth, height, fullness and crown of the solar radiance appear, and may the light within shine forth!” Abbe de Villars,
Of Ash and Seed – Pawns to castle…Of Ash and Seed – Pawns to castle…
As we hurried through the castle grounds in Beaumaris, a lone seagull was dancing. He seems to be marching on the spot, marking a rhythmic time with his feet. Worm-charming,
Of Ash and Seed – The mound in the dark grove…Of Ash and Seed – The mound in the dark grove…
“We might have to go back to the hotel…” I didn’t look around as I was busy following the car in front and anyway, the snowy mountains of the mainland
Of Ash and Seed – Candy-floss dawnOf Ash and Seed – Candy-floss dawn
We woke to clear skies…and heavy frost. Our after-dinner walk the night before had seen us wandering the deep, unlit blackness of the shore, watching the colours of the
Of Ash and Seed- OfferingsOf Ash and Seed- Offerings
“The druids – that is what they call their magicians – hold nothing more sacred than the mistletoe and a tree on which it is growing, provided it is a
Of Ash and Seed – Spotlight on the pastOf Ash and Seed – Spotlight on the past
We walked the short distance from the car park by the beach to what appeared to be a beautifully preserved mound, right above the sea. Appearances can be deceptive though…
Of Ash and Seed – BeachedOf Ash and Seed – Beached
We stopped for lunch in a surfer’s cafe in Rhosneigr very close to the sea. Once refreshed we were to go down to the beach to choose a stone for
Of Ash and Seed – A room with a viewOf Ash and Seed – A room with a view
Holyhead Mountain rises beyond the cliffs of South Stack. At a mere 722 feet, it is only a small mountain, but then, Holy Island is a very small island of
Of Ash and Seed – Facing fearOf Ash and Seed – Facing fear
Jan arrived in time to share breakfast with the rest of us. She was joining the party for the day and was kitted out to cope with almost any weather.
Of Ash and Seed – ContrastsOf Ash and Seed – Contrasts
It had been forty years since I last crossed the Menai Strait to the Isle of Anglesey and beyond, to the Holy Isle. I had fallen in love with the