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The Legend…

* Deep in the heart of Derbyshire… *   * A single, eerie light shines out from Langsett Towers… * Continue reading at France and Vincent

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Isle … Stuart France

*  Standing in the waves, looking out to the west, a mysterious island appears on the horizon… * We swam and we swam O’ how we swam over the sea to the isle of Clear-Glass. * Continue reading at Stuart … Continue reading

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Step by step…

The path winds around the embankment of an ancient hillfort… a fairy fort, they are sometimes called, gateways to the Otherworld of myth and legend. There is silence save for the rustle of leaves, the ever present birdsong and the … Continue reading

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Ribbons of light

“There was a rainbow waiting for them above the barrow. Its head was lost in the halo of cloud which mirrored the encircling hills.If the landscape itself is the grail of legend, then the hill is the jewel at its … Continue reading

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Brain Fog… Stuart France

* Months it has taken. Months of meticulous research… Meetings in the darkest of disreputable corners where conspiracies are born and take fevered flight across stormy nights. All roads lead to the lair of the Black Beast. That fell apparition … Continue reading

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La Chapelle Verte… Stuart France

* All stands hidden Out-of-sight At the heart of the cavernous world. * All lies sequestered Black but comely In the cavernous heart of man. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Space Time…

* ‘…You may as well know now you are far more likely to see the spiritual than you are to read it. The spirit came first and we learned to see before we learned to read. It is nigh on … Continue reading

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Dryad… Stuart France

* …That night the world took on strange colours and my dream-girl became a tree. If I were a Druid I would say that I had fallen under the sway of a wood nymph, a Dryad… She is certainly very … Continue reading

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Bone Age… Stuart France

* Three skulls. Three lives. Three deaths. * One life for the minerals, substance of earth. One life for the flowers, blossom of soul. One life for the animals, projection of dream. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Tom Banjo… Stuart France

* Down the dark stairwell,  a silent progress plotted. ‘Twas death in that  house were Tom but spotted. …He reached the door, a tree clad Owl hooted. Three seconds more and Tom was Seven League Booted. One stride it took … Continue reading

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