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Tag Archives: Scotland
The Old Men of Hoy ~ Steve Tanham
I remember the ferry poster. May 2018 and we were on our way to Orkney for the first time. Four of us had travelled by ScotRail up from Glasgow to Thurso, a few miles west of John O’ Groats, the … Continue reading
On hold…
The dog and I watched the dawn come up from the doorstep. We had seen the stars sparkle in the moonlight and watched the mistwraiths dance in the fields as the first pre-dawn light crept over the horizon. It was … Continue reading
Dreaming Stones: Hitting the Wall…
After the odd meeting with the woman at the pub, we now felt we had to visit Hadrian’s Wall. It had been on my mind for a while, for some reason, and had cropped up a lot in strange places … Continue reading
Posted in adventure, albion, Ancestors, Ancient sites, Don and Wen, france and vincent
Tagged Hardian's Wall, landscape, road trip, Roman Britain, Scotland, travel, Western Isles
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Dreaming Stones: Lap of the Gods…
It was already well after eight and the light was beginning to fade as we left Eilean Donan. During the crossing, we had booked a hotel in Ayr and, after two nights of sleeping unprepared in the car, we were … Continue reading
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Tagged landscape, road trip, Scotland, travel, Western Isles
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Dreaming Stones: The Place of the Heather Priests
Our final visit of the workshop was to be a silent, withdrawn location that owes much of its history to its very isolation. Hidden amongst the hills of the Braes of Glenlivet, the buildings of Scalan remain invisible until you … Continue reading
Dreaming Stones: Shells and Fruits
Sometimes, on these workshops, the land and the sites are so well chosen that they need do little except be there in order to remind us that we are not simply here as sightseers… we are here engaged on spiritual … Continue reading
Dreaming Stones: The Fairy Circle
Sunday morning already… the weekend was slipping by incredibly fast, but we knew Dean had a lot planned for the final morning of the workshop. Our day began by packing the car, necessarily skipping breakfast… which was to prove a … Continue reading
Dreaming Stones : “…of whirling air and of rushing fire…”
The first stop of the afternoon was a familiar one; we had made a point of visiting the magnificent Sueno Stone on our last trip to the area. It is the tallest carved Pictish stone in Scotland and shows scenes … Continue reading
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Tagged Forres, Lodge Unicorn na h’Alba, Moors, photogaphy, Picts, psychology, Scotland, self exploration, Sueno Stone, travel, witches, workshop weekend
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Dreaming Stones: “…and under the earth…”
Sharp tang of woodsmoke, tall shadows climb stone walls, reflected flames dance in a black pool. Deep in the belly of earth, the symbols of the rite painted on pale skin, I wait as the torches come… I could not … Continue reading
