Daily Archives: January 5, 2021

Walking off the mince pies#04 ~ Mary Smith

Posted on January 5, 2021 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace: Happy New Year! It’s becoming a New Year tradition to walk off the mince pies, though the first one took place between Christmas and New Year and was my first blog post, which you can read here. … Continue reading →

Posted in reblog | Tagged Cairnsmore Nature Reserve, Dumfries & Galloway, New Year 2021 | 2 Comments

Discovering Albion – day 8: Dead Locks and Angels

Posted on January 5, 2021 by Sue Vincent

We followed the Beadle in silence into the church, grateful for the history he was giving us about the place, as much for the information as for the fact that we had the chance to gather our wandering wits. I … Continue reading →

Posted in adventure, Photography, scotland road trip, travel | Tagged Aberlady, Canova, carved stone, High Cross, stained glass, Wemyss | Leave a comment

Sun, Moon and Stars…

Posted on January 5, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* … “Before Ogma, I swear. Before Sun and Moon and Stars, before Sky, Land and Sea, I swear. Before the Sidhe-Folk, I swear… Defenders of the land, victory and defeat are created in each of you. What I ask … Continue reading →

Posted in Ancient sites | Tagged alternative history, celtic, esoteric, Fairy Tale, Folk Tale, landscape, magic, mystery, Mythology, Poetry, psychology, ritual drama, standing stone, stone circle, Stuart France, symbolism | 1 Comment

Temple of Living Land…

Posted on January 5, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* … “So, why haven’t you written a book?” “Never been given a story.” * I remember the exchange well and the precise location. We were in the back room of the Queen Anne Public House, and it was the … Continue reading →

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Magical mornings

Posted on January 5, 2021 by Sue Vincent

It was a luminous dawn, the world blanketed in a thick cocoon of frost against the darkness and silence of a newborn morning. The sun rose, pale and gold, strewing a million diamonds on the tarmac path; setting a fire … Continue reading →