We left the girls in Bakewell, arranging to meet the next day. Stuart and I had to reunite Nick with his electric wheelchair so that he could get himself to
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A Monday in BakewellA Monday in Bakewell
The Monday after the workshop, we headed for Bakewell. Nick was happily ensconced in a hotel in the centre of the Derbyshire town while Alethea and Deb were tucked away
Two and the SkyTwo and the Sky
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Deep watersDeep waters
The fish are watching me watching them. Every so often, one or another will come to the corner of the aquarium and look out into the world around my desk
Fresh airFresh air
I had an odd and unexpected encounter today. One of those chance meetings that seem small and unimportant yet which leave a mark deeper than we realise at the time.
Mist on the MoorsMist on the Moors
… We met up with author and blogger Graeme Cumming and his partner for another wander over the moors. We followed a path that leads from a place of hoary
A rift in realityA rift in reality
We were up at the crack of dawn, not because there had been too much wine the night before, which might have been expected during an evening in an Italian
Fruits of Form…Fruits of Form…
* … “‘Space’ is difficult.” * * “What we call space might not actually be spacious.” * * “‘Specious Space’? Nice…” * * “Like, what we call colour, might not
Water babiesWater babies
Angel fish was in his accustomed place where he waits every morning, knowing that as soon as I have opened the doors for the dog, he will be fed. Ani
A Journey at SolsticeA Journey at Solstice
I wrote this a few years ago after a journey through the English countryside one Solstice. As the vernal equinox marks the turning of the year once again, I thought
A Walk in the Woods…A Walk in the Woods…
From the Derwent Dam we walked a little further down the long, narrow valley to the lower reservoir. The river still flows, mingling with the waters that flooded the valley
A place of peaceA place of peace
We had met for lunch and to discuss School business as usual, then, with the afternoon ahead of us and the weather clearing, we took a walk through the wooded
Wings of a Prayer…Wings of a Prayer…
* Insects swarm… Birds flock… Animals herd… * May governments pursue Peace… Not war. *
Leaf and Flame – Trust and honourLeaf and Flame – Trust and honour
From Leaf and Flame – 2016… The Saturday night ritual drama saw Gawain taken to meet his fate. The Green Knight waited in the Green Chapel to return the blow
Thursday in the northThursday in the north
Thursday dawned hopefully over Derbyshire. It was the day of our monthly meeting so we headed out for Great Hucklow, where our party converged from various directions on the Queen
A spiritual ostrichA spiritual ostrich
There was an idea that has had me playing around with a digital painting programme. It also got me thinking. So, last night I toyed with an image from the
Petals, wood and stonePetals, wood and stone
Friday the four of us met as usual at the Queen Anne in Great Hucklow for lunch and business before the evening’s meeting. It was a damp day, not particularly
Gardening…?Gardening…?
The honeysuckle hedge has got a little overgrown, The roses have gone loopy and the lawn has not been mown, Valerian is sprouting out of every nook and cranny… And
A misbehaving mindA misbehaving mind
“Susan…” I was never called Susan. Except when I was in trouble. I looked up; Miss Bedford, blue eyes wide under raised brows, looked down with a severity belied by
Wells…Wells…
It is a goodly while since I was last at Wells Cathedral in Somerset. Three years, when I think…Back then I took fewer photographs…though my friend still commented upon quite
EdensorEdensor
Where were we, before time and other concerns overtook me? I was sharing the weekend in the north… the one with all the heather in bloom. We had found a
Bolsover CastleBolsover Castle
Should you take the M1 motorway north, you might glance over to the right, somewhere around Chesterfield, and see a castle on the hilltop. For me it has always been
Portals…Portals…
* “In the programme…” said the man wearing a green-kilt, * * “…the portal-stones lead to another time.” * * “He’s referring to a television programme,” said Wen, quietly. *
Where do they go to?…Where do they go to?…
* …And the Wood-Stone started to glow, White it was… * * And I felt an impetus to take flight, but only as far as the end of the passage…
Into the Hill…Into the Hill…
* Further vindication of our unscheduled return was granted upon re-entering the chamber. The free standing stone and the facing stone, which were separated by space and shadow, were both