(Above: Red Wharf Bay in all its summer glory) Never go back! It’s a frequent admonition, reminding us that the world we find on our return may not have the magic
Tag: Wales
Heart of stone…Heart of stone…
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
Return to RhosneigrReturn to Rhosneigr
We recently spent a few days on the island of Anglesey, just off the north-west coast of Wales. On the agenda was a personal return to Rhosneigr, an attractive village
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valleyThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valley
Tiny roads, miles from nowhere and barely wide enough for a car, wound between hills and hedgerows before finally opening out into the valley. And there, we became a traffic
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sunThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Stations of the sun
We were up and away early again, this time well supplied with munchables on which to break our fast. We may have missed the dawn, but we still caught the
An Eye full of Reflections (7 of 7)An Eye full of Reflections (7 of 7)
Amidst the seemingly pristine field of stones, the old oak tree usually went unnoticed… Like this group of happy but somewhat weary pilgrims, newly entered via the gate at the
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stonesThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stones
We had no idea where we would be taken for the final visit of the day. We suspected an ancient site as the area is just strewn with them. A
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: BeachedThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Beached
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea! If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore, Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more.
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: HarlechThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Harlech
Leaving Portmeirion and its mysteries behind, we drove across the estuary to Harlech in search of lunch. Stuart and I had parked beneath the Norman castle that morning when we
A Bibliomantic Tale IX…A Bibliomantic Tale IX…
* * Our encounter with Dyffryn Ardudwy on the previous day had whetted our prehistoric appetite. The challenge now was to find a suitable site on our journey back en-route
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: In search of breakfastThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: In search of breakfast
We were surprised to find that breakfast would not be forthcoming. While we could, undoubtedly, have booked it separately, it was almost a matter of principle not to do so.
A Bibliomantic Tale VIII…A Bibliomantic Tale VIII…
* Pennant Valley * A slight change to the Sunday Morning plans means that there are two readings for one location this time. Escape * Pages Two-One-One and Two-One-Two No
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Under hill… and under constructionThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Under hill… and under construction
The road through Snowdonia was spectacular…at least, once we had left behind the rush hour traffic on the main coast road that delayed us. Realising we might miss the pre-evening
A Bibliomantic Tale VII…A Bibliomantic Tale VII…
* Harlech Castle * “Patrick McGoohan’s, ‘The Prisoner’, displays many thematic similarities to Franz Kafka’s, ‘The Castle’ and ‘The Trial’.” Authority Pages One-Five-Two and One-Five-Three * No 8 (Light) O
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: ‘I am not a number’The Wyrm and the Wyrd: ‘I am not a number’
There were people… two of them… heading towards the Druids Circle… so we wandered over to have a look at the intriguing cluster of stones we could see just over
A Bibliomantic Tale VI…A Bibliomantic Tale VI…
* A Prisoner of Portmeirion? * Resistance “Pages Two-Five-One and Two-Five-Two” * No 8 (Light) ‘The sexual origin of the lingam is, of course, obvious, but this only brings out
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Greeting the Druid…The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Greeting the Druid…
You could not wish for a more spectacular setting for a stone circle. Perched high above the sea, with views to distant mountains in every other direction, it is a
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: AscentThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Ascent
‘The prophet takes over where the mystic stops. The mystic is ascent; the prophet descent.’ – William Everson The bibliomantic reading could not have been more appropriate. From the mines,
A Bibliomantic Tale V…A Bibliomantic Tale V…
* Borth-y-Gest from Portmeirion Beach * “We have Take-Off!” Resignation “One-Nine-One, or One-Nine-Two?” * No 3 (Light) ‘Suddenly the world Cracks, the phallos Slams home, slams the ineluctable stroke. And
The Wyrm and the Wyrd: DescentThe Wyrm and the Wyrd: Descent
The trouble with awe-inspiring landscapes is that the camera can never do them justice. It is not merely a matter of scale, depth and perspective… the lens can capture all
A Bibliomantic Tale IV…A Bibliomantic Tale IV…
* * “Somewhere in all that cloud stands a Druid at the head of a circle.” “Let’s go see if we can find him.” … * The Pillars: Penmaenmawr. *
A Bibliomantic Tale III…A Bibliomantic Tale III…
* The Great Orme: summit. * Tee minus One-Zero hours and counting… “Pages Four-Four and Four-Five.” “It’ll have to be Nine.” * No 9 (Light) ‘I saw that God never
A Bibliomantic Tale II…A Bibliomantic Tale II…
* Llandudno Bay: the Great Orme. * Tee minus Two-Four hours and counting… No 3 ‘The greatest religious and moral truth to which man must grow is that we cannot
A Bibliomantic Tale…A Bibliomantic Tale…
** “Curses,” said Butch, tugging at his collar in the sticky heat. “Now, what?” sighed Serafina. “It’s another of those Silent Eye thing-a-me-jigs.” “A Walk and Talk Weekend?” “That’s the
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,