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
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Abiding Moments…Abiding Moments…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend. * * Trearddur Bay in dawn light… * * The Companions make their way to the ‘Druid Lake’… * * Mountains
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
‘The Hill in a Dark Grove’…‘The Hill in a Dark Grove’…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * Sunday saw the Company approaching our final Sacred Site… * * Re-discovering over breakfast that the burial mound 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
‘The Druidic Lake’…‘The Druidic Lake’…
* One by one… * * We divested ourselves… * * Of our outgrown tendencies, which went into the lake. * * The lake which may or may not have
The Pebbled Shore…The Pebbled Shore…
Image and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * As our ‘briefing’ on Friday evening had elicited the information that several of our Companions were ardent pebble collectors… *
Walk on…Walk on…
* Through dead dwellings of the living… * * * * And on… * * Under a dead dwelling of the dead… * * * * And on… * *
Golden Hours…Golden Hours…
Image and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * It is difficult to conceive, perhaps, the birth pangs of a Giant which stands for a land mass… *
Bearings…Bearings…
Images and text from the ‘Ash and Seed’ weekend… * * One of the good things about our association with The Silent Eye… * * Is that we get to
Going west – a simple manGoing west – a simple man
Behind the High Altar of St Davids Cathedral there was once an empty space, open to the winds. In the early 1500s, Bishop Edward Vaughan created a chapel there which,
Going west – stories great and smallGoing west – stories great and small
It is impossible to walk through any ancient place and not wonder about its story. In somewhere like St Davids Cathedral there are many stories, from those of the craftsmen
Going west – Pentre IfanGoing west – Pentre Ifan
It is a magical place. You are in no doubt of that as you walk along the path to the site. Hoary stones nestle in the hedgerow. Bluebells, those delicate
Going west – walking with angelsGoing west – walking with angels
We didn’t have to climb the whole height of the mountain; there is a makeshift car park about halfway up. I was glad of that, as my poor, much abused
Going west – wild thingsGoing west – wild things
As we walked towards Carn Llidi, we were surprised to see a little herd of Welsh ponies grazing on the hillside. These hardy and resilient ponies still live a semi-feral
Hollow hills…Hollow hills…
This poem, written by Kathleen Raine, was one of the readings shared by the companions at the Mountains of the Sun weekend. We were seated atop an ancient long barrow,
Seeing the detailSeeing the detail
“Odd, isn’t it, that the extreme and unusual lives lead here.” “Remember that saying in the bible about God spitting out the lukewarm?” “Yes… I was just thinking… not so