“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
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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
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
Walk on…Walk on…
* Through dead dwellings of the living… * * * * And on… * * Under a dead dwelling of the dead… * * * * And on… * *
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 – An uneasy peaceGoing west – An uneasy peace
Where do you begin when you have to write about a cathedral? Each chapel, every corner, every nook and cranny is replete with art and history. The sensory input is
Going west – the accidental touristGoing west – the accidental tourist
Frankly, I thought it appallingly bad planning. Could the town not have chosen a different day to ceremonially install their new mayor? It isn’t as if we hadn’t advertised our
Going west – cider with BessieGoing west – cider with Bessie
For once, I wished I wasn’t driving. I wanted to stop every few minutes and get the camera out… the whole area is very beautiful, but the road between Nevern
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 – Carreg Coetan ArthurGoing west – Carreg Coetan Arthur
This was the third dolmen we had visited in three days whose name tied it to the legendary King Arthur…and three times three is a magical number. It is certainly
Going west – Carreg SamsonGoing west – Carreg Samson
The jaws had dropped, the expletives had escaped and the cameras were out almost as soon as we exited the car. Even from a distance, Carreg Samson was spectacular, set
Going west – Coetan ArthurGoing west – Coetan Arthur
Arthur’s Quoit came as something of a surprise.The huge neolithic tomb rises from the plateau behind St David’s Head, the angle and ridge on the capstone seeming to shadow the
Going west – A field of peaceGoing west – A field of peace
We gathered by Whitesands beach, just outside St David’s in Pembrokeshire… a small group of people from all walks of life, putting aside the cares and pressures of the daily
Morning mistsMorning mists
Six a.m. on a Sunday morning; woken by the rain on the window, I have been awake for over an hour. The hotel is a field away from the sea
Our next event… Whispers in the WestOur next event… Whispers in the West
The Silent Eye’s next event is an informal weekend in Pembrokeshire, Wales. Come along and join us! Shake off the Winter blues – Anticipate the Summer ahead and book now