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The House that Fish Built: Chariots at Dawn…

Posted on August 9, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …King Grim-Gaze the slug-man struck the silver sceptre that was in his hand against the bronze pillar of his couch three times, and by the third stroke, the combatants had let drop their hands to their sides. “I restrain … Continue reading →

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The House that Fish Built…

Posted on August 3, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* … No smoke from the roof-rounds of Albion without tribute to them… A tribute on the Quern. A tribute on the Kneading Trough. A tribute on the Baking Flags… An ounce of gold for every nose North, South, East … Continue reading →

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Wayland: White Horse… Stuart France

Posted on August 1, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* But according to some, Wayland has far more onerous responsibilities than shoeing the horses of passing way farers… * A group of local lads were enjoying a drink one evening at the White Horse Inn, Woolstone, when an unknown … Continue reading →

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Tango in the key of sorry ~ Steve Tanham

Posted on July 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

As the years pass, I continue to wonder at the marvel of human communication, and the sadness of how little we use its potential… The world appears to be full of conflict and strife. But much of it is happening … Continue reading →

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Which Doctor?… Stuart France

Posted on July 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* “Look, it’s Doctor Who!” “That’s not Doctor Who.” “I thought you liked Doctor Who?” “I do, but that’s not him, it’s just an actor!” * The actor in question was John Pertwee, who played The Doctor between January 1970 … Continue reading →

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Another country…

Posted on July 19, 2020 by Sue Vincent

« Qu’il est loin mon pays, qu’il est loin… » Claude Nougaro “…and Claude Nougaro,” said my boss, brandishing the baguette. Her husband nodded. The three of us were at the dinner table, lingering over the cheese as usual. My … Continue reading →

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Wilfully blind…

Posted on July 7, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I may sit with my back to most of the house a lot, but I still have to do the housework. I can’t ignore it, even though I can’t necessarily see it. I know it is there and, if I … Continue reading →

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‘A Forest’…

Posted on July 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* …The drink has stirred up my emotions and memories of the trip flick through my mind in no particular order but return, time and again, to Cardwell… * Its waterfall and rock-pool. The water, black as death. The surrounding … Continue reading →

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To dare, to dream, to be…

Posted on July 5, 2020 by Sue Vincent

‘To know, to dare, to will… and to keep silent’… this is a phrase heard within many branches of the Mysteries and one which echoes facets of the labyrinthine journey undertaken by those of us who work within them. It … Continue reading →

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The value of change…

Posted on June 30, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire! Would not we shatter it to bits – and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire! – Omar Khayyam “I wish….” How … Continue reading →

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