Chanteater…

Of Ash and Seed – Contrasts

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It had been forty years since I last crossed the Menai Strait to the Isle of Anglesey and beyond, to the Holy Isle. I had fallen in love with the place back then and my memory has painted the island in the colours of summer, garlanded with wildflowers and encircled by a turquoise sea. But this…

Madness…

Moon over Venus – Part One

Four hundred steps… six hundred million years… It’s a lot, especially when they descend one of the steepest cliffs in Britain. But it’s worth it. To travel through the known geological history of the Earth in the few minutes it takes to hum ‘Morning has broken’ is a soul-warming experience; and nor is the song out of place when you’re experiencing one of the … Read More Moon over Venus – Part One

#Silenti – A Rose Beyond Violence, part three

  Imagine two men: one a lone traveller in a desert, the other a city dweller, a successful man, rising through the ranks of business, destined for greatness. The first man has only a light backpack, resting on shoulders that would be sunburnt but for the reflective, white muslin shirt that both protects the skin and allows his sweat to evaporate from its hot … Read More #Silenti – A Rose Beyond Violence, part three

Wild thing…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
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Milling around…

Written in stone

The Silent Eye Nine Stones Close There has been a bit of a preoccupation around here lately with stone. Between the recent and forthcoming workshops we will have visited a fair number of stone circles, standing stones and burial chambers and it might be tempting to think we are simply indulging our curiosity or even wafting around the stones of the past, in denial … Read More Written in stone

Some of them…

That holiday feeling…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The last vestiges of autumn’s glory still clings to the trees, pale gold and copper against the damp-blackened bark and vivid green of the English countryside. The stone-built cottages, many of them still roofed with ancient slabs of sandstone, or the dark grey slate that echoes November skies, look warm and cosy with their lights casting…

Hoo-ray, Hoo-ray…

Castlerigg – a mystery in stone