by Steve Tanham
Come and join us? The Silent Eye At the heart of an ancient landscape is the Dorset village of Cerne Abbas. The village grew up around a Benedictine Abbey founded there over a thousand years ago and it is still a place where folklore, myth and legend come together…and few of them agree. The holy spring rose from where St Augustine struck the ground… … Read More The land of the ‘stone father’
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Crack. The ruler slapped down on the desk, narrowly missing my knuckles and dissolving the magic. “Daydreaming again? You will pay attention in my class, young lady!” The French mistress, determinedly optimistic to the last, turned her back and returned to the blackboard. Oddly enough, French was always one of my favourite subjects and one at…
by Steve Tanham
The beautiful Northumberland village of Etal, one of a local twin, has a fine ruined castle; but this blog is not entirely about castles… The picture above is the castle at Etal. It was constructed in the middle of the fourteenth century by Robert Manners, a Norman descendant. It consists of a residential tower in the ‘Pele’ style; a gatehouse and a corner tower … Read More Broken village
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “I’m re-reading Tolkien,” said my son. “Cool. How far have you got?” “The riddles in the dark bit.” That made me smile, as we’d taken inspiration from that chapter for the December workshop. “What do you reckon… when Gollum says ‘my precious’, is he talking to the ring or himself?” “I asked myself the same question when I first heard that … Read More Frankenstein, Gollum and the unseen will…
by Steve Tanham
The tree in Winter Its life-trail etched against the sky reveals what we cannot Who stand below and try — To see within How we became this shape This pattern in the now And asking how — Did we result in this? Our branching tale of history Concealed in layered thoughts And wrapped in finery —- We would Be dead and left to rot … Read More The Tree in Winter
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* Few are born to ascent. Those few that are may lack the strength of character to attempt it. Without recklessness it is almost inconceivable. Our Minstrel, hazards the mountain path alone, and asks none for advice, for who could tell him even of its existence? If he falters, his limbs rot where they fall. Torn from his torso…
by Steve Tanham
Sometimes, you just have to… thank you, Geoff. I laughed through two cups of tea.
by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye “No…! Really? That’s terrible…” It may well have been, but I doubt the subject of their gossip would have appreciated the evident relish with which the two women were discussing her misfortunes. I wasn’t eavesdropping, the strident voices were inescapable in the waiting room. “Must be karma…” She folded her hands on her bag and sat back, nodding sagely. “Yeah,” the … Read More Just desserts…
Sun in Gemini 
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