by Steve Tanham
Inspector Sunday left the house wearing the leather backpack… containing the mysterious cat… Or did it? From somewhere in his fuzzy memory he knew this was a scientific joke… He came to a valley with trees and a sky. The sky tried to explain the geometry of it all to him, but it was too much. They walked on; Sunday, the backpack and, possibly, … Read More Inspector Sunday
by Steve Tanham
We stumbled upon the Preston Pele Tower, fifteen miles south-west of Bamburgh, back in February, 2018. My wife and I had seen a reference to it on a noticeboard in a cafe some distance to the north. It’s quite hard to find; tucked away down a tiny country lane not far from the A1 – the main road through Northumberland to Edinburgh. We’d never … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (5)
by Steve Tanham
“It’s as though… there’s something wrong with the horizon…” Barbara was speaking softly, giving voice to one of the defining thoughts of the day. Something wrong with the horizon, how true. Craster’s harbour was disappearing behind us, but the cut-up horizon was still far away. There is no other way to reach Dunstanburgh Castle than on foot; though, back in history, distinguished visitors could … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (4)
by Steve Tanham
Let Autumn Harvest keep you safe, And winter’s teeth remove Till spring sun’s warmth again doth shine On buried seed touched deep in sleep And life renew with tender love ©Barbara Walsh
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
* … At this his relations were sore amazed; not for that they believed that what he said to them was true, but because they thought that some frenzy distemper had got into his head; therefore, it drawing towards night, and they hoping that sleep might settle his brains, with all haste they got him to bed. *…
by Steve Tanham
Sunday went back into the house. On the settee where he had slept was a new leather backpack. As he gazed at it, suspiciously, the cat appeared, again… …And proceeded to wriggle itself into the bag… Until not even its tail could be seen. “Mow?” said Sunday, confused. ©Stephen Tanham
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by Steve Tanham
“It’s all about tea-rooms, with you, isn’t it!” It was said some years ago, and there was anger in it – just a bit – but she was right. We both collapsed in a heap of laughter on each other’s shoulder a second later. There has to be humour in these weekends. They can be very intense – not by imposition, but by personal … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (3)
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on The Light Behind the Story:
? Photo Credit: Sue Vincent The structure was created by a more modern hand, but the transport was real. A hallway to the Hypogeum opened within his mind as his feet traveled the corridor. Each pillar marking a lifetime passed or yet to come, covered by shadows broken by light. Not the false light ensconced above. No, they…
by Steve Tanham
Rested, the group of pilgrims gathers on the Saturday morning beneath the vast presence of Bamburgh Castle. The castle was restored to its present glory by the 19th century munitions entrepreneur and inventor William Armstrong. Lord Armstrong bought it from the Crewe trustees in 1894 for the sum of £60,000 – a fortune then. He went on to spend a further one million pounds … Read More The Stone and the Pilgrim (2)
Sun in Gemini 