Category: Ancient Landscapes

Bull Rocks – #writephoto

  In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Liminal – #writephoto Bull Rocks — Did you, then, Perhaps See the bull? His horns like wings His feet, suggested If not seen Ancient anchors In the rocks of here. — Or did you Greet the green-white stones With familiarity Born of expectation? Assembled barrow Just for you… — Just for me? You ask, incredulous Why yes, they … Read More Bull Rocks – #writephoto

Whispers in the West – part three

Whispers in the West – part three After the group’s successful ascent of Carningli (panorama shot above), the second day of the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend continued, with a short, further car journey to one of the historic highlights of the trip – Pentre Ifan. Pentre Ifan is the best known, and because of its height, the most impressive megalithic monuments in … Read More Whispers in the West – part three

Whispers in the West – part two

Whispers in the West – part two The second day of our the Silent Eye’s Whispers in the West weekend began with relief – that we didn’t have to drive all the way across South Wales, again, to reach the town of Newport – our starting point for day two. There are, apparently, many Newports in Wales, but only one of them, some twenty … Read More Whispers in the West – part two

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Whispers in the West – part one

Whispers in the West – part one It was early on Friday afternoon. Lizzy, one of our Companions in the Silent Eye, had assembled us for the start of three days of delightful discovery on the western fringes of Pembrokeshire, centred on the lovely town of St David’s, home of one of the most remote cathedrals in Britain. As promised, we met, on the … Read More Whispers in the West – part one

“Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 30 – ‘After’”

After the Mist This post is in response to Hugh’s Views and News photo challenge with the subject of ‘After” At the end of our lovely weekend in St David’s, Pembrokeshire, we woke, on the Sunday morning, to a thick mist outside the small hotel’s windows. It was still present, but clearing as we set out to gain access to the coastal footpath that … Read More “Hugh’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Week 30 – ‘After’”

Gems of the South Bank, day one. 

Thankfully, this view is not what I’m writing about, with its jumble of old, recent and dubious… We are spending a few days with the South London branch of the Tanham family, who are shortly to leave, with granddaughter Alice, for a new life, as, doctors, in Australia. We are staying in a budget hotel on the South Bank of the Thames, and it … Read More Gems of the South Bank, day one. 

Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part)

Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part) Deep within the Hart, the white hands reach for him… And, in the space between the single drop of blood leaving his skin and hitting the dry earth beneath the headsman’s block, the Bright One pulls his unresisting being out of time and changes him. Meeting no resistance and working within a the field of total trust, … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Five (final part)

Finding Gawain – Act Four

(image: detail from ‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’ by Hieronymus Bosch. Wikipedia Creative Commons) Finding Gawain – Act Four Reckoning… Within the forest there is a sense of reckoning. Plucked from Castille Diablo, the man who may once have been Gawain finds himself, again, with wild blood in his veins and standing in the middle of the Clearing of the Ways, facing the West from … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Four

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three And then… And then, there is the sound of laughter rolling in from the hills…that host the hunt…that gives rise to the baying of the hounds…that draws exhausted, dirty, frozen and stinking Gawain from his muddy deathbed and flings him, like a mannequin on parade, to the gates of the Castille Diablo, and, via a startled but … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Three, part three

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part two

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part two By the time Gawain realises he had come back on himself, in a great circle of many day’s ride, he has lost all sense of time. The mighty oak – the largest he has ever seen, mocks him with the purple ribbon, tied around it, days ago, to mark his way. The ribbon was a gift from … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Three, part two

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part one

Finding Gawain – Act Three, part one In the sanctuary of the Castle of Camelot, he awakens; wet with sweat and wondering… Who is this ‘me’, he asks the cold air around him, remembering both the hapless Hunter Gawain and the Guardian of The Hart, the man who now belongs to the mind of the forest with the corporeality of its awakened White Knight. … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Three, part one

Ben’s Bit, part 15 – Bolero

Ben’s Bit, part 15 – Bolero At first, I think it’s a memory of a dream – of that night when knowledge of the unknown Miss Goodnight, soon to be Golding, came into my life. The heels on the concrete corridor this time are tapping a slower rhythm. It passes my cell door, rendering me fully awake, then diminishes as she walks further along the corridor. … Read More Ben’s Bit, part 15 – Bolero