It’s there quite clearly in the trunk. A lion, claws embedded firmly in the old wood to support its descending weight. Head down, eyes fixed on, well, you!

Microseconds from reaching the ground, where it will be lord of life and death.

I’ve passed here many times, but never seen it before. That’s the joy of winter light. It’s a whole n’other world out there. Darker, inscrutable and somehow visceral…

It makes you reflect on ancient life

Another winter night for our skin-wearing ancestors. The importance of home and the hearthfire. The power of instincts and their associated energies.

Dramatic stuff, I thought, chewing the last of the cheesy wotsits thoughtfully.

“I wonder what else is hidden in the wood?” I muttered it to the empty parkland, abandoned by everyone except the collie and me, due to the cold wind and almost lightless sky. We don’t usually have it all to ourselves.

(Straight lines of the box fence around the sapling assume a strong contrast with the dark curves of the rest of the winter landscape)

Time was short, as we were late meeting up with my wife – who had the car, and thus our fast way home. Our rendezvous was to be the cafe of Leven’s Hall, still several minutes away.

It would have to be ‘scan and snap’ with interpretation over a cup of tea, back home, later.

(The majestic River Kent, in its final half mile before entering the sea)

We moved on, prepared (indeed enabled) by the need for speed and therefore the inability of the mind to interfere with those vital first impressions!

(I don’t know what it is, but it’s big, black and hairy and apparently pointing me at the river!)
(Middle left, it’s a dinosaur… yep, no doubt about it!)

And then we were approaching the A6 road, and the most dangerous place on its entire length to cross! Animal instincts to the fore!

But first, and no matter how late it is, it’s the done thing to stop and take in the sheer elegance of this old bridge … and reflect on how the river mirrors life, ever returning us – richer in experience -to the source.

(The A6 trunk road crossing the Kent. The primary route to Scotland before the construction of the M6 beyond Lancaster)

Safely across without being sworn at by speeding motorists, we recovered our composure in time to compose this view of the majesty of Leven’s ancestral hall. An Elizabethan masterpiece which survives intact – with its period gardens.

(Now safely across the deadly A6, we approached the Elizabethan splendour of Leven’s Hall, and that coffee…
(That coffee…)
(The Elizabethan gardens in summer)
(In front of the hearth fire.. Unchanged for millennia … and a great place to write a blog! And tell stories … and give the photos a ‘woolie jumper’ feel!)

-🔷-

©Stephen Tanham 2024

All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12

ProMax.

Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and mystical teacher. 

8 Comments on “A Lion in Winter

  1. I am very touched, Steve, by your words about experience or the importance of home and the hearthfire in winter and, of course by your pictures, which give me goose pimples:) Many thanks

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  2. Woolie jumper feel indeed, Steve. Also something both cosy and yet also a little eerie in some of them. Terrific stuff. All the very best you you. 🙂

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