Daily Archives: October 25, 2020

On the fiddle ~ Tallis Steelyard

Posted on October 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Jim Webster, aka Tallis Steelyard: Jiggy was only ever known as Jiggy. Obviously I cannot vouch for the fact that he was never, in his youth, known as ‘Young Jiggy’ because that is well before my time. But … Continue reading →

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Circles Beyond Time ~ The Serpent Stones

Posted on October 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

We followed the earthen avenue from Gib Hill to the banks of Arbor Low. You do not really get a clear impression of where you are here; the roads climb steadily as they cross the undulating landscape and, by the … Continue reading →

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Mellow moods for Autumn (4) : by the river ~ Steve Tanham

Posted on October 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Autumn is a beautiful time in the Lune Valley… The River Lune rises in the gentle hills of the Eden Valley, in Cumbria, the last western county before you cross the border into Scotland. It flows for 53 miles in … Continue reading →

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Carrot and Coals: Telling Stone

Posted on October 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …I wait until I see Wen’s shoulders shaking with grief then go and collect her. As I said earlier, I do not really know why she has to keep punishing herself in this way. Foolishly, we walk back along … Continue reading →

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Interlude: Looking Back…

Posted on October 25, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The mere idea of “saving the ‘best’ till last” was feeling all too prophetic. Especially as ‘best’ is debatable anyway.’ Most iconic, perhaps, best known worldwide, most unusual… but just ‘best’ is too subjective. From the magic of mountain-girt Castlerigg, … Continue reading →