Month: December 2017

All in the details – A visit to Haddon Hall II

The Seeds of Intent

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
An old friend, now sadly departed, but formative in my younger days, used to say that there were two ways to deal with ‘seeds’: one was to bury them so that they could be forgotten; the other was to plant them so that they would catch the ‘tide of happenings’. He often spoke of the ‘seeds of intent’…

Riddles of the Night: The long and the short of it…

The song of ‘What the…?’

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Lost in sleep, all warm and cosy, Wishing morning to perdition, Dreaming deeply, all unconscious, Snuggled down in prime position… Wake abruptly, bedclothes flying, Primal instinct, fear obeying, Stand a moment, get my bearings, Seek the source of awful baying… There, beside the garden window Stands a vision, evil-seeming Black as night with heckles raising Growling…

Riddles of the night: Beneath a starless sky

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
After dinner in a cosy inn, warmed by good food and roaring fires, we set off for the final adventure of the day. Officially, the visit was not part of the planned weekend, but something we wanted to share with our companions. We had been granted permission by the landowners to visit the great stone circle of Arbor…

Into the Dark Earth

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
I have always thought that, from a mystical perspective, we are lucky to have winters. This may seem a strange sentiment, but I have my reasons. If we believe that we are a part of what is all around us, then the seasons assume great importance. In reality each season merges slowly into the next, but our ancient…

The Wisdom of Sun and Moon IV…

A dog called Toby? II…

Riddles of the Night: Guardians of the Way II

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
?   Cratcliffe Tor is a rocky crag, prized these days by rock climbers, and a treacherous twin of Robin Hood’s Stride. It was once the site of an ancient settlement and vestiges of prehistoric earthen ramparts remain. Cross the Portway, and a gentle slope leads to an intriguing jumble of stones, bracken and trees. It takes some…

Being Storm

It’s beating on my eyes again It’s blowing up my nose It’s howling round my lips and mouth And stealing my repose ➰ He dares not let it in, again The chaos is too strong It throws around the furniture And wrecks the right and wrong ➰ I’d like to give a voice to it But how to drink the wind? I’ll have to … Read More Being Storm

Ice and Decay

Game of Stones … Stuart France

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
* “This must be it,” shouted Min getting excited again. If she had been a child she would have been jumping up and down on the spot. “The green sward, you mean?” replied Cor who was just as excited but affecting the coolness of calm deliberation. “Find the green sward beyond Hermit Hole…” recited Fran. “…And…

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