Wind, rain and apparitions

It rained. Pretty much all weekend. We did manage a couple of forays out into the hills… but our aim was, on both occasions, pretty specific. With another book underway, we needed photographs. One jaunt saw us terrifying the local teenagers as they came upon a very strange figure… I am not at all sure that we haven’t added a new legend to the folklore of that particular village.

It is already an eerie landscape, particularly on a silver day with the constant drizzle deepening the lichens to a vivid emerald green against the rain-blackened rocks. Quite what the boys made of the whole affair I can only imagine, based upon their shocked expletives.

But, I can imagine some old gaffer sitting by the fireside, telling the paranormal experts fifty years hence, about the day that he and his pals came face to face with something that was half man, half beast, shuffling around the mysterious Druid’s caves…

I did try to reassure them, though I cannot be certain of how reassuring they found the wild-haired, black-draped figure that emerged from the rocks where ghosts and tales of black magic abound… Oddly enough, they didn’t hang around.

The following morning was a dawn foray to the highest point in the area, getting shots of the same, otherworldly figure against stone and sky. Freezing, buffeted by gale-force winds and wondering why we do this… all the while hoping the other photographer up there chasing the dawn was looking the other way.

We did get some good shots though…so hopefully a new book cover will soon be shared. Along with the blurb, that caused much hilarity and consternation… though that is another story. So much, we thought, for spring. The sodden landscape had already left thick mud on clothes and shoes and we had little desire to go out again. Except…

“We need a buffalo.”

Not the usual sort of thing on your shopping list. Or something you would expect to find in a city. Not even a city that has provided us with a number of foxes, a bellowing stag and the odd herd of deer. “There might be one in the park…” So, on Sunday afternoon, we went buffalo hunting in Sheffield. Sometimes I wonder if we live in a tangential universe…



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 and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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38 Responses to Wind, rain and apparitions

  1. “A silver day.” So much nicer than “grey,” and better for photography than bright sunshine. Great photos! Hope you tracked down a buffalo.

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  2. May you buffalo hunting always yield results.

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  3. Widdershins says:

    ‘Oddly enough, they didn’t hang around’ … wusses! πŸ˜€

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  4. barbtaub says:

    Wait…no pix of the apparition that’s scarred teens for life?

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  5. Such a beautiful part of the world and I was born in Sheffield.. πŸ™‚ And Loved your humour as those hikers went with tales to tell of their encounter.. πŸ™‚
    Wishing you a Happy if still soggy week.. xxx

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  6. Sounds like a journey I would have enjoyed. Glad those boys got to see a little magic πŸ˜‰

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  7. We seem to be on the same rock finding mission Sue!

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  8. Noah Weiss says:

    Wow! That first photo looks like looking up at a person’s nose from the underside! One of the other rock formations also looks like a dragon!

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  9. There may be another book someday by one of those by then grown up teens about the strange ghost that lurks in those rocks. πŸ˜€ — Suzanne

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  10. Beautiful photos, Sue, with all the rock and moss. “A silver day.” I love that. So funny that you were out scaring teenagers. πŸ™‚

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  11. Beautiful photographs. Good humor tooπŸ˜„

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  12. Darcy says:

    The rocks look alive. Hmm. Let me rephrase that; they look as though they are trying to bluff (sorry ) the viewer into thinking they aren’t.

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  13. You only wonder about the tangential universe?

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  14. paulandruss says:

    Another great vibrant post of the countryside you describe so lovingly and brilliantly. Thanks Sue- it was full of magic. even in the rain!

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  15. Helen Jones says:

    Wonderful photos, Sue, and sounds like a bit of an adventure! Did you find your buffalo?


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