When a thousand years is but a breath…

Avebury SE weekend  - Oving

After several days away from the keyboard, I am back and beginning the long process of catching up. Even after some seriously severe pruning, the inboxes are blossoming and the emails seem to be setting seed and cross pollinating quicker than wildflowers. That’s okay… it has been entirely worthwhile!

Avebury SE weekend  - fields

I would not, of course, wish anyone to think there was the slightest dereliction of duty here. Nor fun. Not at all. Wednesday evening, I collected the first of my visitors and we manfully… or, in my case, hobbitfully, faced the onerous task of opening a wine bottle over supper and talking half the night. Which, you understand, was purely writerly business. I left my visitor working next morning, keeping Ani occupied with tennis balls and making sure she was warm on the sofa while I went to cook and clean for my son. There was just time for the beast to take us for a walk through the fields in search of red kites, then by lunchtime we were on sentry duty, strategically situated outside the village pub, we stood guard awaiting the rest of our party.

Avebury SE weekend - view from Black Boy

We managed to flag them down as they passed, and given the heat, thought it wise to ensure they were suitably hydrated for the long hours of computer training ahead. Ani, now supplied with more ball-throwers than she could imagine, was overjoyed with her visitors and less than pleased when we gathered round my impractical desk for the task ahead. She was too excited to eat and it was probably just as well that she was going to stay with her friends that evening. Meanwhile, we got stuck in to the training day in good earnest, working through till it was time for dinner.

Black Boy Oving

As we had, by this time, missed a glorious day of sunshine, we chose to dine in the garden of a local tavern in a village that was once part of the ancient kingdom of Mercia. The timbered walls of the Black Boy have watched the seasons pass for some five hundred years. Beyond the hedge a green lane leads down to the old Horse Pond, reputed never to freeze and famed for its purity. The water from this source runs to nearby North Marston and its healing well. Behind us, the small tower of the ‘new’ church, built around eight hundred years ago to replace the earlier wooden chapel. Where the fields open out, a small hill marks an ancient earthwork enclosure, whose history goes back even further than that of the Roman road that lies just beyond it. And it seems the weekend has already begun as we sink further and further into the past of this beautiful land.

Oving Horse Pond

Yet, surrounded as we were by a thousand visible years of history, this was barely a whisper of the breath of time. Over the next few days, a thousand years would begin to seem like yesterday as we plunged deeper and deeper into the mysterious heart of Albion…

Oving churchyard

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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32 Responses to When a thousand years is but a breath…

  1. Chris White says:

    What a lovely post. A real treat for my tired mind today. Thank you.Kris.

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  2. YOu had me smiling throughout 🙂

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  3. alienorajt says:

    Wow! This gripped me from the word ‘Go!’ Sue – and I wish I could have got away to join you all. So glad you manfully cracked a bottle of grape product to aid the work! Ah! The sacrifices we have to make for our art, eh?! xxx

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  4. Imagine! Real live human company! Keep having fun 🙂

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  5. olganm says:

    Looking forward to more, Sue. It seems that your weekend was magical.

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  6. Oh how I love strolling through these pieces, Sue. The scenery is exhilarating 😊

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  7. Widdershins says:

    I feel like I’m breathing down into the land. 🙂

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  8. Loved this post. It is so lovely and peaceful. Thank you for sharing.

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  9. Darcy says:

    *insert usual whimper here*. Poised for trip…two weeks of madness ahead at work!!!

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  10. Interesting and beautifully written!
    Thank you, Sue Vincent

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  11. Kate Loveton says:

    What a beautiful countryside.

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  12. jenanita01 says:

    You always leave us wanting more, Sue… and we thank you for that…and all the amazing photographs!

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  13. Noah Weiss says:

    Great pictures, and I love the cliffhanger at the end. It is amazing how 1000 years is more than an eternity to humans, but is a blink of the eye to the Earth.

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  14. Such beautiful photos, It all looks so calm and tranquil. Looking forward to hearing more 🙂

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