by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We left the standing stone and walked back through the gate onto the Edge. Normally we would walk back a different way, but the path is a morass at the best of times and it had rained a lot in the area lately. At least the path would be fairly dry this way. The trouble was, we didn’t…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Part Eight of The Unseen Sea “Grandad,” asks Jessica, taking his hand as they walk up the face of the sand dune. “What is a me?” He looks down at the golden-haired child and shakes his head in admiration. He knows it is not unusual for children to have these thoughts, but his grandaughter seems positively precocious with…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
Wading through the wet bracken, we knew, would be worth it, for on the other side of the green fronds there is a stone…and it is something a bit different, in more ways than one. Several examples of Neolithic rock art, or petroglyphs, have been found on this part of the moor. One we have yet to locate,…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Helen Glynn Jones:
This is the continued story of my weekend away with The Silent Eye. For the first instalment, please click here. We left The Fox House in a small convoy of cars, heading towards Carl Wark. It’s a Neolithic site, designated a hill fort despite the fact it is like no other hill fort in the area. As we…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Helen Glynn Jones:
A little over two weeks ago I headed north for a three-day weekend with The Silent Eye, to be spent exploring Neolithic sites and ancient monuments in the Peak District. I travelled alone, meeting most of the group for the first time. And it was… intense. A heady mix of good company, wonderful scenery, and powerful landscapes. I…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We had brought the group here for just two stones. Nothing as visually spectacular as the wonderful dolmens we had seen in Wales, but to a quiet, green glade that always feels as if it is waiting and where a single standing stone rises like the gnomon of a sundial from the earth. If you saw only a…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Tomf, the Troll, rises from the river bed after a long, long, sleep. He is feeling grumpy but only because he is hungry. Off in search of chocolate, cake, liqourice, orange juice, tobacco and cough sweets he goes… Oh, and bananas too, I nearly forgot the bananas… Where grub is concerned he is not too particular… Just in…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We’d cancelled sunrise. Not literally, you understand, but what with our company, for once, being lodged across a swathe of miles and the weather being singularly uncooperative, it seemed unfair to drag everyone from their beds at some ungodly hour just to get wet and see nothing. It was, therefore, a rested and well-breakfasted company that gathered for…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* ‘Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate, All life alone in its chronic patterns? Oh, swan, let me fly you To the land of no winds blowing. I know nothing, and know that I know nothing; All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing.’ * The first verse appears to record a conversation…
by Steve Tanham
In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. All the Darkness – #writephoto What the hell, he muttered. And it was the equinox, after all. He’d thought that he would give this one a miss; but then came the drive to his mother’s house and the usual time-slip as the joys and labours of caring took far more time than they should. Sometimes, he would drive … Read More All the Darkness – #writephoto
