Category Archives: Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Sun-Day…

* On one side a giant kisses the sky, On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay. Yet should you ask, ‘why?’ There is no one left to say… * Can a sliver of blue heaven Between hard … Continue reading

Posted in Ancient sites, Poetry, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Little Acorns…

* … A paper flyer blowing in the wind clings to my ankle. I stoop and peel it from my trouser leg, unfurl it and read… ‘…LITTLE ACORNS…’ A Puppet-Play Figured in Three Acts FEATURING THE REDOUBTABLE MR PUNCH THE … Continue reading

Posted in albion, Art, Books, Don and Wen, psychology, Stuart France, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Distorted reality

I stood outside my son’s bedroom, bundled up against the cold that was dropping a few meagre snowflakes on the morning. Camera in hand, I was snapping away happily when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window. … Continue reading

Posted in imagination, mystery, nature, Photography, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Glimpsing…

* From the corner of my eye… Through a keyhole… half seen unheard Beneath the door… Behind a crack in the curtains A shiver of tree leaf gurgling-silver over brook-stone. Continue reading at France & Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

‘Cadged’?…

* Did Turpin’s Troupe Drop him Deep in the Soup? * That Devil’s cast of scallywags and wild haired, grinning hags… who still adorn the plastered walls in Glory’s glossy prima-face. There now to tease and please the local populace. … Continue reading

Posted in Photography, Poetry, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Flight…

* As the narrow-boat’s snout tickled the under-bridge, Black-Jack cut the engine and peered through the white gloom… A landing-official waved his stray arm in greeting, the lights beyond him intimated warmth and festivity. An Owl screeched! Black-Jack turned to … Continue reading

Posted in Photography, Poetry, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Alternative archaeology

‘Shadowing’ is the apparent… and disputed… reproduction in the stone of many ancient monuments of prominent features in the landscape. A monolith in a stone circle that aligns with and captures the shape of a nearby peak… the capstone of … Continue reading

Posted in Ancient sites, Books, History, imagination, Landscape, Photography, Sacred sites, Spirituality, Stuart France and Sue Vincent | Tagged , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Solstice of the Moon: Fragments of History

Outside the porch of the kirk at Fortingall stands an ancient font. Local legend states that Coeddi himself may have used it to baptise some of the first Christians in the area when the monks of Iona founded a sister … Continue reading

Posted in adventure, Ancestors, Ancient sites, History, Photography, road trip, Sacred sites, Scotland, Stuart France and Sue Vincent, travel | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Solstice of the Moon: Stories Unknown

We had driven to Fortingall to see the venerable yew, but it just happens to be in the grounds of a church, so it was inevitable that we would take a look around. We do seem to spend a lot … Continue reading

Posted in adventure, albion, Ancestors, Ancient sites, france and vincent, History, Photography, Scotland, Spirituality, Stuart France and Sue Vincent, symbolism, travel | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Solstice of the Moon: Older than Time…

Imagine standing in the presence of a living being at whose feet Pontius Pilate played as a child. Local legend says that Pilate was born at Fortingall when his father visited the Roman Legions in the north. Imagine standing in … Continue reading

Posted in adventure, albion, ancient mound, Ancient sites, Churches, france and vincent, History, Photography, Spirituality, Stuart France and Sue Vincent, symbolism, travel | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments