by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We decided to leave the main road and take the back roads, just for a last look at the hills. Add that to the possibility of avoiding a long traffic jam just ahead and the fact that there was a historic church just off the slip road and getting sidetracked was irresistible. Not that I could…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Fear Death-in-Life Get death in life… * Embrace Death-in-Life Get life in death… * ?
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
In the high places A veil of serenity Soothes the wildest heart Savage beasts bow to beauty And passion wears purity A moorland dawn. The heather is in bloom, its delicate honey fragrances the morning for me alone. No bees yet seek the purple heart of the hills, no walkers share the stones. The valley still…
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by Steve Tanham
Such beauty in your pristine edge Precision killer of my stroll When summer’s heat extends — And pant to unclad leg migrates In summer breeze that soothes the soul Exposing flesh to that which rends — No wrath to insects, bees or sheep Just to my naive naked limb From what beneath the ivy bends — ©Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We woke to a glorious morning for our final day in Wales. We still had things to see… far more things than we expected, in fact…but they would be on our way back to Yorkshire. I had been reluctant to leave the beach and turn my back on the sea, not knowing how long it would…
by Steve Tanham
The tiny airport was a refreshing change to the madness of modern flying, with its scarring signature of ‘security’. You could imagine a kindly local lady rushing out and saying, “Hamish the Russian terrorist is on holiday today, so I’m just going to wave you through, dearies…” There was, though, little distance to wave us through. Tiree is one of a pair of Scottish … Read More Bright in the dark: endeavour and the lighthouse (1)
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye * * 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 to Llandudno. There was no shortage of possible contenders although many of them involved steep climbs and the hot June weather was becoming a reckoning factor. * * The sensible thing … Read More A Bibliomantic Tale IX…
by Steve Tanham
We see as if we were above Though loosely rooted on the soil And layered logic takes away The glory of the pearl-light stream Rising, rich in shining joy From darker line of summer’s trees ©Copyright Stephen Tanham
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye 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 jam. The road was occupied by a horse that had evidently let itself out of its home and wandered down the lane to see the youngsters. Mare or stallion, it was … Read More The Wyrm and the Wyrd: The hidden valley
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye 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 brief glance at a map of prehistoric sites had left me wishing we were going to be in the region for at least the whole summer… you would need it to … Read More The Wyrm and the Wyrd: Solstice stones
Sun in Gemini 
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