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Lizard Men

* QUEEN OF THE NIGHT… …It is night and I cannot sleep. Jed cannot sleep either. I can hear him turning in his bed but I do not speak. Steve is asleep. It must be about three in the morning. … Continue reading

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Sleeping Giant…

…After watching the, again, somewhat recalcitrant sun-up, we decide to head back for breakfast via the cluster of, albeit haphazardly, positioned stones which we have come to call ‘the recumbents’. This is something of a risk, as we do not … Continue reading

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Forty-Five Degrees of Separation… Stuart France

* There’s here And there’s there… Nobody knows quite what or where there is Everybody thinks they know what and where here is… Continue reading at Stuart France

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A glimmer in the darkness ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

I like to sit up here and watch the dawn. That first flicker, the unsteady fragile glint of sunlight peaking over the horizon. It means that a hundred and fifty million kilometres away, the searing ball of gas is still … Continue reading

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Dear Wen: ‘The Dark Virgin’…

Dear Wen… Great to see the Red Kite flying over the tower. It always was a great location and now with Red Kites to boot… Good, too, that the tree stump has been disposed of. It caused us such a … Continue reading

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Dear Don: ‘The Dark Virgin’…

Dear Don… Thought you might like to see what has been happening at the Virgin of the Ridge since last we were there. I can’t believe the change in the place since we wrote about it in The Initiate and … Continue reading

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Father Bear… Stuart France

Pentre Ifan * Which translates, ‘Ivan’s Village’ but was also formerly known as, ‘Arthur’s Quoit’. Another ‘quoit’, and only a few miles away from the last one. This seems, if anything, a little unimaginative. Or, alternatively, it could signal a … Continue reading

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The Hound on the Moor ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

‘What do you think, a cow?’ Arthur poked the skull with his stick. ‘Possibly, or a large hound.’ ‘Strange, sitting here in the middle of an empty moor. A deer I could understand. I wonder how it got here.’ James … Continue reading

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Why Myth? ~ Stuart France

* ‘…history became legend, legend became myth…’ What a pleasant conceit, to suppose that this process produces myth. Whilst undoubtedly true for many legends the process can also work the other way. Many legends for example have produced history. Pre-eminently … Continue reading

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Green grow the rushes O’…

* The Grand-Father Clock, tock…tock…tocked reassuringly in the corner of the oak panelled study. Through the window to one side the ancient time piece’s Big Brother could be discerned dominating the metropolitan sky-line… Tee, was wilfully oblivious of the time. … Continue reading

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