* The thing is… It is impossible to ‘do’ such sites in one visit. In fact, it is not possible to ‘do’ such sites at all. If anything, they
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The road home…The road home…
* Wen and I are back on the road which leads past Bryn Celli Ddu… We had to double-back to the hotel because someone called down ‘Cloud City’ before we
Nice weather for ducksNice weather for ducks
It has been raining yet again. So much for getting anything done outside today. Walking the dog will be enough. The camera is getting used to it by now. Though
Hidden Avebury…Hidden Avebury…
* … And from Needles of Stone, to Avenues, or at least, what remains of one… * The ‘Mary Line’ which we had been following from Cornwall runs right through
MistletoeMistletoe
This picture was taken in early spring last year, just as the world began to warm itself in the pale sunlight. The place was Pilton, a little village near Glastonbury
The Great Mystery: Dreaming…The Great Mystery: Dreaming…
* The mystery conspires with the animal world whose souls so resemble the purity and innocence of a human child. * It recognises the miracle of life in both seed
The Great Mystery: CrowdsThe Great Mystery: Crowds
* The mystery needs no shrines or temples save those that nature provides. * It may be met in the shadowy heights and aisles of a primeval forest, on the
Weland Mind-Weld…Weland Mind-Weld…
14th September 2021… * ‘On such a day as this two fools who laughed at death embarked upon the adventure of a lifetime…’ * …Today, the adventure is all but
Wayland: The Blessed Isles…Wayland: The Blessed Isles…
* The tone of the tale once Britain is reached, becomes very different… * Alighting on Berkshire’s High Downs, Wayland came upon an ancient chambered tomb, and made it his
Wayland: Silver-Smith of Souls…Wayland: Silver-Smith of Souls…
* There are a number of intriguing aspects to the legend of Wayland Smithy… The earliest written sources appear late and are decidedly piecemeal. * Wayland is the son of
‘Claims to ancient reach’?…‘Claims to ancient reach’?…
Throughout the books written with Stuart France there are visions; moments of a past long fled that ‘Wen’ still sees written in the ancient stone of the landscape and within
Towards partingTowards parting
We left the stone circle in lighthearted mood. The walkers we met all seemed to be smiling broadly… and that included the ones who hadn’t witnessed our antics up there.
The Fair Isle of Emain…The Fair Isle of Emain…
* A far distant isle lies in leagues fifty-thrice over the ocean to the west larger than Albion, twice. * Many faceted Emain encircled by sea rises from tide into
Bringing in the harvestBringing in the harvest
The heather still shows patches of purple although the massed luxuriance of colour has now faded; the bracken begins to turn to bronze and the autumn mists swirl in. Even
St Just…St Just…
* Not only did our last hotel fail to provide any windows, to speak of, in our room, it also failed to provide us with a breakfast… * Which
‘The Book of Assassinations’‘The Book of Assassinations’
We were determined not to get wet, so we went to Chesterfield, on the general principle that there would be both indoor parking and a cathedral big enough to keep
The watchersThe watchers
We were being watched. It was palpable. In fact, as I raised the camera to watch the watchers, others could see it too… we weren’t imagining it. They had been
Dans Maen…Dans Maen…
Cornwall Recce, 2018… * This kind of weather adds to the atmosphere of these places, and makes the sun big… * The Merry Maidens stone circle is another of those
El Drac? …El Drac? …
* Geography! Never our strongest suit. There are some places though, where we seem to already know the lay-out. Edinburgh for one, and Durham. Tavistock proved to be another of
Seeking the Hermit…Seeking the Hermit…
* “Should be over by the crags.” * * “Look more like Hags to me.” * * “But Hags are usually at barrows.” * * “Maybe that’s what the cave
Game of MidnightGame of Midnight
It is dark, so there won’t be any Photographs They will, like the sun Be resting in untaken Manifestation But collie’s last trip Outdoors In upward glance reveals A silver-blue
Pasta and petroglyphsPasta and petroglyphs
“Ow, ooh, ouch… ow..” “What’s up?” he asked, locking the door of the flat as I descended the steep stairs. I grinned through the pain… he’d know soon enough… the
Here be ‘Hobbits’…Here be ‘Hobbits’…
* ‘Grey Hobbits’ are still often to be seen in these parts for those with an eye and copious amounts of patience. * * They have developed a penchant for
Bah’t ‘atBah’t ‘at
Well, two of us were up there on Ilkley Moor bah’t ‘at… the third stubbornly clung to the trademark headgear that makes him look like something feral. To be fair,
The Mysterious Road to Tain (2) : the Demi-god of RossThe Mysterious Road to Tain (2) : the Demi-god of Ross
“You’d have thought they would have looked after it, better!’ Bernie can be highly critical on these occasions. Mind you, we had trudged all the way around the small town