No Contest ~ Christine Bolton #writephoto

It hangs there
in the space
above you
Like a threatening
storm cloud
that sits menacingly
above the horizon
as the sun bids
its final farewell

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Shadows #midnighthaiku

Disproportionate

Monstrous shadows looming large

The smallest of fears

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Myths and hauntings of Warwickshire ~ Gary Stocker

By the vestry door at the Church of St Mary Magdalene in Lillington (by coincidence it is the Feast Day of St Mary Magdalene tomorrow), you will find a gravestone known rather uncomplimentary as, “The Miser’s Grave.” It is the grave of a certain Billy Treen who worked as a labourer and road scraper. He subsisted by living frugally (to put it mildly) and lived off things like potato peelings which he begged off neighbours. Not that it did him that much harm: he was aged seventy-seven years when he died in 1810. However when his estate was being sorted, he was found to be more than fairly well off. His gravestone had the inscription,

“I poorly liv’d and Poorly Dy’d

Poorly Buried, and no one Cry’d.”

It is said that this was put where parishioners could see it easily as a warning not to be so tight with money!

Where he was said to have lived, Cubbington Road, was in a thatched cottage. In the 1920’s the tenants were a married couple. The wife did not like one bedroom though as it always felt very eerie in there. To the point that they gave up their tenancy. They needed to do some maintenance work in there though before they left. The husband had to move a small cupboard in the bedroom. Behind it he found a purse containing some old silver coins. This was thought to have belonged to our friend, Billy Treen. When the cottage was being demolished a number of years later, treasure hunters getting into the site unauthorised were a real problem.

Another claim to fame from that area is that one of the Dambusters was said to have lived either at the end of the road where the church is (Vicarage Road) or the parallel road.

Sources: https://www.lillingtonparishchurch.org/page1_history.php
“Haunted Warwickshire” by Meg Elizabeth Atkins

Myths and hauntings of Warwickshire. At the junction of Lillington Avenue and Lillington Road, near to the Lillington boundary, used to be the Midland Oak, which reputedly marked the centre of England. It was felled in 1967 (I think that I can vaguely remember the stump of it) and an oak tree grown from an acorn was planted in its stead. A commemorative plaque was put there as well.

Sources: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midland_Oak


About the author

Gary Stocker graduated from Coventry Polytechnic in 1991 with a degree in combined engineering. He worked in civil engineering for nearly twenty years. For the last six years he has worked in materials science and currently works as a test engineer. His hobbies and interests include voluntary work, conservation work and blacksmithing. He is also interested in history, mythology and folklore and he says, “most things”.


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Whether//Weather ~ Jules #writephoto

Whether//Weather
(Elfje/reverse Elfje pair)

Obscurity
In the
Shadow of clouds
Consciousness fluctuates as reality
Fades

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Callanish Calling: Way-Stone…

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Given that, by all accounts, the Way-Stone

was capable of getting us to the morn,

we wasted no time in putting the question…

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And were met with a road length peal of laughter,

quite light and silvery it was considering it had come from a stone.

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Darkness ~ Cheryl #writephoto

Darkness may loom in the distance

Dark clouds will pass

Don’t be afraid

So many pleasant trails ahead

Keep your eyes on them.

Reblogged from Cheryl at The Bag Lady

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Depression ~ Happysoul #writephoto

Deserted from world around,

Dark clouds of pain engulf,

Dreams far off from my reach,

Deep wounds of mind still raw,

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Watching

For the past few days there has been a young heron beside the road on the five mile drive to my son’s home. It stands, arrow thin, shadow blue and perfectly still, almost invisible, watching the drainage ditch that runs along the edge of the fields.

No-one appears to notice it as they drive by, focussed as they are, quite rightly, on the fast-moving traffic. I notice a lot of things as I drive. The road is familiar, yet changes daily. For the past few days also there has been a fox, now paper-thin with the passing of lorries, yet its coat is still that burnished copper and its tail, apparently undamaged, waves in a semblance of life as the traffic passes. Yesterday a tiny Muntjac deer hopped under the hedge as I drove out of the lane, right in the centre of the village. Today the kites were flying low, diving over the fields in the wake of the farmer, harried by crows.

solo 0311The trees are heavy with fruit, dark clusters of elder and blackberry, red haws and pale- bloomed sloes. Apples bend the branches over the skeletal seed heads of grasses and the pale stems of hogweed. Yet summer is far from over and the wildflowers are in bloom. A weasel skitters between the cars at the traffic lights.

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Darkness ~ Jemima Pett #writephoto (and an excerpt from Princelings 10)

Darkness is today’s #writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent. The picture is below. I took my inspiration from the word rather than the picture of dark roiling clouds over a rolling meadow. As soon as I saw the prompt I thought of tunnels.

darkness over a moor

Tunnels in the Princelings Books

Tunnels have always featured strongly in the Princleings books, mainly because guinea pigs love tunnels! They became a feature of the Realms, connecting the major castles… That’s interesting, because the tunnel to Castle Marsh was started, but never finished, before Fred and George connected it up. Or had the entrance been blocked up by a former king? Hmm, a whole new storyline opens up!

The last book in the series is nearly finished. I just have to do the chapter illustrations, and Dani has to finish the device on the cover, but the latest draft included something spectacular and it’s going to be fabulous! I keep thinking of things to improve in the manuscript rather than do the pictures. I’m not confident I can do them, that’s why. Procrastination once more…

Back to the prompt… I thought you’d like an excerpt from the new book today. Jasmine (Fred’s young but very sensible daughter, who takes being a princess very seriously) falls down a hole in the woods, with her cousin from Castle Buckmore, Princess Liska. It’s about 1000 words—I had to take out a couple of paragraphs that are a major spoiler, and then it made more sense to include the longer introduction to the tunnel bit 🙂

Darkness falls over Jasmine and Liska

Jasmine tried to ignore the tears streaming down her face, the soreness of her hands, the aches and pains in her body. She grabbed hold of the roots sticking out of the earthen wall again, fought for a purchase with her right foot, and dragged herself upward, hoping against hope that she’d manage to get further up before the roots gave way like the last ten had. The earth gave way under her left foot, leaving her dangling from her hands. One root was slipping through her already scorched palm, and she fought desperately to find another place to hook with her foot.

In a shower of earth and sticks, she fell back down, landing on her side next to Liska.

“We’ll never get out,” Liska said with that defeated tone she’d had for the last hour.

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Clematis #midnighthaiku

As leaves are turning

Youth assuming royal robes

Mourns fallen roses

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