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Solstice of the Moon: The Butcher’s Stone…

““Culloden,” he said, the whispered word an evocation of tragedy.” Outlander: Voyager, Diana Gabaldon We had turned off the main road to Inverness, and were heading down the ‘B’ roads in search of an ancient site we wanted to visit. … Continue reading

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Solstice of the Moon: the Battle Stone

The road carried us towards Forres, on the way to Inverness. We were, fairly predictably, on the trail of a stone. Not just any stone, though, this one is rather special. It is also quite a large one…though quite how … Continue reading

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Solstice of the Moon: What on earth…

“…is that?!”I immediately went into ‘there has to be somewhere to park’ mode. You don’t just drive past a humungous mound without stopping…not when it is so very obviously man-made. And especially not when there are two of them. And … Continue reading

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Three faces

For November, it was a surprisingly pleasant morning. In need of somewhere to go to stretch our lockdown-cramped legs, we wandered to a neighbouring village to explore its history. Whilst personal preference may direct our attention to the ancient face … Continue reading

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Solstice of the Moon: Sacred Earth

The weather was looking none too promising for the final day of the workshop, but at least it wasn’t really raining. It seemed incredible, under the heavy grey of the sky, that we’d had the clear weather-window the night before, … Continue reading

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The Shreiking Womb: Binding

* …Deirdru didn’t pine long for soon after that Neesh was out alone on the ramparts of Emain.   Deirdru slipped outside and passed him by. “Why, that’s a fine heifer going past,” said Neesh.   “The heifers grow well … Continue reading

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The Shreiking Womb: Neesh…

* …So, Deirdru was kept in a place apart until she was ready for Connavor’s bed. * No one was allowed into her enclosure save her foster-mother, her foster-father, and her nurse maid, Leborcham, the satirist. * One winter’s day … Continue reading

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Black Forest… Stuart France

* … “My most dear and beloved Lady, what art, or learning can perform, with all due speed shall be accomplished, for never shall rest take hold of my heart, nor sleep close the lids of my eyes, until I … Continue reading

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Finding joy…

““And then, right on cue as it were, in walks our angel.” “Oh, you mean the old woman with the radiant face and sparkly eyes.” “Ah ha, you see, even you noticed her radiant face, bit of a giveaway that … Continue reading

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Tails from Westley Piddle: Henry ~ Part Five, from Zozo and Jools at Usual Muttwits

Concluding the saga. If you have missed the earlier episodes, click the links to read part one , part two, part three and part four… Hen-ree, Hen-ree Mayumi pleads as Henry raises both front paws to begin some solid hammering … Continue reading

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