Category: mystery

Circles around Sedgwick (2 – recovered) – a canal of our own

Continued from Part One… (Note: republished from my Mac laptop as the latest version of WP on the iPhone 11 Pro has crashed itself, repeatedly, and appears to have taken the original post with it… I’ve had to recreate this from a (mercifully) still open window that allowed a cut and past of the whole thing… Apologies to those whose links arrived at nothing!) We … Read More Circles around Sedgwick (2 – recovered) – a canal of our own

Fear and Love in the High Peak – part one

It’s not the best of photo resolutions, but the above image says it all. Briony saluting the Derbyshire landscape in her own way at the end of three days of the Silent Eye’s Tideswell-based workshop: Sue and Stuart’s creation; and a wonderful experience for the group of souls who braved the provocative title for the weekend… Rites of Passage: Seeing beyond Fear …and decided … Read More Fear and Love in the High Peak – part one

The Modern Mysteries

The ‘mysteries’ have been with mankind as long as we have existed. They are a collection of paths that take us inwards; restoring a sense of self deeper than that which reacts, and showing us that mankind is much more than a biological animal – though animals, and their focus on the ‘now’ have much to teach us, too. The reason these paths work … Read More The Modern Mysteries

Inspector Sunday

The Swedish chair looked very comfortable. He sat in it and rocked backwards. The mysterious tiredness swept over him, again. Had be been drugged? He gave in to sleep… When he awoke it was still light, he was hungry, and there was a cat sitting on the footstool, looking at him… ‘Mow,’ said the cat. ©Stephen Tanham

Inspector Sunday

Sunday decided to investigate the house; it felt partly familiar, but altered… Curiously, he did not feel threatened. Besides, his only hope of getting back lay in locating the redhead. Turning into the hallway, he came on the giant teeth, which, although fixed to the wall, seems to bar his passage… ©Stephen Tanham

Inspector Sunday

  Inspector Sunday examined the room in minute detail. His deadly enemy, Adrian Cheng, might be anywhere. But the sinister arch-criminal and master of disguise was nowhere to be see. “Perhaps a coffee would help?” the tocking of the clock seemed to say. Sunday considered the suggestion, and gave in to its subtle persuasion… “I’ll find you,” Sunday muttered, a few minutes later, sipping … Read More Inspector Sunday

Inspector Sunday

Sunday considered the redhead’s parting line and smiled…. One look at the clock told him she was lying. “Marigolds!” he laughed into the morning light. “As if…” ©Stephen Tanham

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