by Steve Tanham
The Silent Eye This was the third dolmen we had visited in three days whose name tied it to the legendary King Arthur…and three times three is a magical number. It is certainly a magical site and quite unexpected as you walk between the gaily painted bungalows of the little coastal town of Newport. A gate opens into a green oasis, bounded and shadowed … Read More Going west – Carreg Coetan Arthur
by Steve Tanham
Brave heart, spear inclined Know we of your troubled times? Ghostly eyes speak less. ——– ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
Sue’s retelling of our Pembrokeshire weekend continues… The Silent Eye The jaws had dropped, the expletives had escaped and the cameras were out almost as soon as we exited the car. Even from a distance, Carreg Samson was spectacular, set against the backdrop of the coast… a smiling dragon resting his maw on folded wings as if he was casually looking over the cliff … Read More Going west – Carreg Samson
by Steve Tanham
Stuart’s dark humour surfaces…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It was already hot, only dawn and I’m melting The sun in the heavens is already pelting I want to crawl into the fridge to keep cool I am staying indoors, I am nobody’s fool. * But in that I am wrong, for I do have a duty… My son is my boss though, in that…
by Steve Tanham
The final part of the Silent Eye’s Pembrokeshire adventure… The Silent Eye Whispers in the West – part four (final) On the Saturday night, replete with the adventures of the day and a large meal from the Sloop, we could do little else but retire early and sleep the sleep of Kings. The following morning was to be one of the highlights of the trip – … Read More Whispers in the West – part four (final part)
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
“It is just space,” he nodded his head towards the now empty shelf. “It is not,” said my son, “a bad analogy … the Fridge of Life.” He didn’t elaborate, but after a few moments thought, I had to agree… though it takes a particularly warped mind to see an analogy for life in his fridge.…
by Steve Tanham
Originally posted on Stuart France:
* All that… * * becomes one… * * does so… * * by participation… * * of unity. * *
by Steve Tanham
Pale lines of south-stacked wooden trunks Soften ancient village stone Where once the powder of destruction Overnighted, dry, in locked Saltpetre Shed And as the sunrise called to sleepy boatmen Roused to disgorge coal and fill the holds of narrow boats Long with loads of that which, alone save gods, could rend the stone apart Now gone, where peaceful grass, and pond, alone, fills … Read More 1830 sunrise
by Steve Tanham
High Life in a Windmill We take our ‘wanderings-in-a-landscape’ weekends seriously at the Silent Eye! Last year, for our December pre-winter solstice weekend, the two organisers–Barbara, (my cousin), and I, dragged a dedicated group of folks up the rain-sodden slopes of the West Pennines in Lancashire to visit the ruins of what had been a glorious landscaped garden created by the founder of the … Read More High Life in a Windmill
by Steve Tanham
A beautiful and heart-warming narrative from Sue. The Silent Eye I’ve inherited an aquarium, for the second time. The first time it was a gift when a friend’s husband passed away…she needed to re-home the fish and, knowing my younger son had a keen interest in them, she gave the tank to me. My son however, had unexpectedly acquired a lovely little flat and … Read More The tale of a fish
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