Month: September 2020

Backwards into a Loch

The sinister man in the white overall was tall and very athletic. He’d just talked me through what was going to happen next – punctuated by rapid movements of his blue gloved hands. I was still shocked and not sure I’d heard correctly, so in the photo I’m watching carefully as he explains things to the car ‘in front’. My one salvation was that … Read More Backwards into a Loch

In brief…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
As the majority of our friends and readers will now know, I was rushed into hospital last week in a very bad way. I would like to say a HUGE thank you to everyone who has sent good wishes through all the various social media platforms, through the comments, by email, snail mail, text and phone. And to…

#FurryFives : closed path

Tess: The sea is down here, I told you. Human: but you don’t like swimming in the sea! you like running on beaches. Tess: Where there’s a sea, there’s a beach! Human: Well, we can’t go straight to the beach that way. Tess: Why not, it’s quicker! Human: Because it’s a railway line… ©Stephen Tanham, 2020.

#ShortWrytz : drizzle Mondays

The coastal town of Arnside is famous for its sunsets. Two rivers; the Bela and the Kent, flow out into Morecambe Bay through the arches of the famous long viaduct that connects Arnside with Grange-over-Sands on the way to Barrow-in-Furness, famous for our nuclear submarines. But this is a wet Monday, and Tess, our collie dog, is familiar with a different drill, as I … Read More #ShortWrytz : drizzle Mondays

Two journeys, one destination (3) : the mystery of the Picts

(Above: the view of the neighbouring Inverness Castle from the steps of the museum) ‘The Romans were frightened of them…” I remember reading that the week before our Scottish workshop and being astonished. I knew the Picts had created some of the most mysterious stone carvings I had ever seen. But fearsome warriors? Weren’t these enigmatic people simply farmers? We were in the Inverness … Read More Two journeys, one destination (3) : the mystery of the Picts

Nomadics of John O’ Groats

I thought it might be interesting to take some of the less relevant episodes – the ‘out-takes’ – from the just-completed Scottish workshop (and subsequent journey to Orkney) and run them on Sun in Gemini, in reverse time-sequence. The Thursday blogs, here and on the Silent Eye, will continue with the linear sequence of the Scottish and Orkney explorations. That way the odd bits … Read More Nomadics of John O’ Groats

#FurryFives : Picnic

Human: It’s tea! You wouldn’t enjoy tea… Tess: I know it’s tea, and I’ve had my water. I’m not looking at either of those. Human: What then? Tess: That tasty looking biscuit…you’re half way through.. Human: ‘No greater love hath a man, than he share his last biscuit!’ Tess: Huh? Human: Never mind…. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2020.

Two journeys, one destination

I remember listening to T. S. Eliot reading his poem The Four Quartets for the first time. The words held me spellbound: “We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.” My wife and I had first travelled to Inverness four years ago, we came … Read More Two journeys, one destination

#FurryFives : sulk

Misti: I didn’t really get more chicken than you! Tess: You did! You made sure you were there, first. Misti: I’m smaller. I have to compensate! Tess: You’re faster over short distances… Misti: I need more chicken to grow my shorter legs… ©Stephen Tanham

The Entered Dragon (6) : figures in the mist

Continued from Part Five Centre stage, the King smiles at us. His gaze is strong but gentle. As our eyes touch his, we feel the sense of purpose he holds. Courage and force reflect in the subtle colours that draw us into his very being. We feel renewed by this contact, shown that the burden of what we must face in the day-world is … Read More The Entered Dragon (6) : figures in the mist

#ShortWrytz : PotFest – it’s a hoot!

It’s a short post this morning… I’m awash to the gunnels with prep for this coming weekend’s ‘On the Pictish Trail’ weekend, based in Inverness and a few points north; eventually, (with a whittled-down group) ending up in Orkney, one of the most naturally spiritual landscapes I’ve even visited. All those will be reported on here, and at the Silent Eye in due course. … Read More #ShortWrytz : PotFest – it’s a hoot!

#FurryFives : chicken for tea!

Tess: Misti, Misti, it’s chicken for tea! Misti: No, Tess. I only see kibble… Tess: I’m telling you I can smell chicken! Misti (mutters quietly): That’s because I’m blocking your view so I can get it first… ©Stephen Tanham, 2020.

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