Tag Archives: Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Feeling True… Stuart France

Posted on September 18, 2018 by

…Her hand crept to the feather at her throat. Her gift from the gods. The colour of flame. She had strayed from the path. Seeking silence. Preparing herself for what was to come. The great bird had wheeled overhead. Soaring … Continue reading →

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The Hooded Stone… Stuart France

Posted on September 17, 2018 by

“It has to be the Stone on Gardom’s Edge…” “What does?” says Wen. “My Robin Hood Stone… I mean it didn’t look much like the stone on Gardom’s Edge but that could have been the angle.” I study the sketch … Continue reading →

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The Lost Stone of Chat… Stuart France

Posted on September 16, 2018 by

“There is a stone which would be worth visiting. It is in Baslow which is on our way to the Symposium so we could stop off there, grab some lunch, check out the stone and then head off to our … Continue reading →

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Free Day III … Stuart France

Posted on September 15, 2018 by

… Our-Father, Lady, Countess-Grae passed light and demure across the softly shifting shades of a turquoise beach. Formless as beauty likened to the morning mist, her presence cleansed and refreshed the air as she danced; flitting capriciously between the stark … Continue reading →

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Free Day II … Stuart France

Posted on September 14, 2018 by

* …Left alone in my room for long enough I thought I might discover how they did it, how they worked it. I thought I was being clever. Initially, I had suspected the lights, either the lights or the heating, … Continue reading →

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Free Day … Stuart France

Posted on September 13, 2018 by

* …Metallic blue piping ran at strangely oblique angles, stretching deep into the ever darkening glass cliff-face, sparkling in the sunlight when at odd times it emerged like some long forgotten swimmer up for air, jutting rudely into the open … Continue reading →

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God-Man… Stuart France

Posted on September 4, 2018 by

* …“But the Angles were a British tribe, right? And the Saxons were German?” We are back in Wen’s study after the half triumph of the first of our Glastonbury talks, which aside from a few timing problems, went as … Continue reading →

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New Book! Mister Fox: Winter’s Tail by Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Posted on September 3, 2018 by

Where is Mister Fox? The night howls in triumph… pale eyes watch from the shadows… It is the night of the Hunter’s Moon and the dancing ground should be alive with flame as the Foxes dance in the dark. But … Continue reading →

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Time Wise… Stuart France

Posted on September 3, 2018 by

…I turn the gwid-byll over in my fingers. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It is a sphere of worked and lined stone which shadows forth in raised nodules indicative of the triad. It is heavy … Continue reading →

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In-and-Out of Time… Stuart France

Posted on September 2, 2018 by

* ‘Joseph of Arimathea a wealthy Metal Merchant first traded here for lead and copper from Priddy and Greenore in the Mendips, and for tin from Cornwall. The two former would ship from Pilton’s Harbour which was situated just below … Continue reading →

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