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 odd places … Continue...
View ArticleDreaming Stones: From the depths…
We could see, as soon as we passed through the gate, that the church in Kirkoswald was going to be a good one. The village itself bears its name… Oswald’s church… and the dedication was given because...
View ArticleDreaming Stones: Drawing in the threads…
I turned the car down a narrow lane to greet Long Meg and her Daughters. Leaving Kirkoswald church, we had taken the route we have travelled so often towards Penrith. We had driven up and down this...
View ArticleMerlin, Beast-Master…
* … It was night, the horns of the bright moon shone, the vault of heaven’s lights gleamed… * From the top of a lofty mountain, Merlin regarded the course of the stars… * Continue reading at The Silent...
View ArticleLosing the past
There was an article about the archaeological explorations taking place along the route of HS2, the planned high-speed rail link between London and Birmingham. It highlighted the amazing number of...
View ArticlePerspectives in stone
It is not every day that you get a graphic demonstration of one of the mysteries of the ancient world, especially not in your own garden. Or, in this case, your son’s. But that was exactly what we got...
View ArticleGiants Dance: Rhyme and Reason… now Book of the Month at Strange Book Reviews
It is always a lovely surprise to find a review of a book. Even better when it is a positive review… Book of the Month and reviewed at Strange Book Reviews It started with a Kite moved through...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXVII: The Head of the Dragon…
We have lost count of the number of hillforts we have seen, climbed and contemplated… but Carn Lês Boel would be our first true promontory fort. These Cornish ‘fortifications’ or ‘cliff castles’ seem...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXIX: The One with the Hole…
We had intended to visit this and another site on our way to Hayle the previous afternoon, but the map that has thus far led us without fail across Britain had refused to cooperate. It had been a long...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXX: The Mystery of the Weeping Stones…
There was one more site we intended to see before we hit the road in earnest, and that was Lanyon Quoit. It is one of the best-known dolmens in Cornwall, probably in part because it is so easy to...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXI: The Wells of the Wishing Tree…
“Ooh!” My companion, well used to the consequences of such exclamations, braced himself as I swung the car off the road we were supposed to be taking and onto a narrow lane. The sign was intriguing...
View ArticleIndieAni Bones and the Ent
A couple of years ago, my two-legses got together for the Winter Solstice, which was nice. It didn’t mean presents… unless you count my share of their cheese, ham and salmon… but it did mean I got to...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXIV: A Lake of Legends…
Next morning we were once again up and away early, though this time our first stop was only a mile or two down the road and still on Bodmin Moor, a place where there must be as many legends as …...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXV: The Templars and the Lawless Church…
Our hotel the previous night had been just off the main highway across Bodmin Moor… a perfectly good modern road that would take us where we wanted to be by a fast and direct route. We were never going...
View ArticleIndieAni Bones and the Thunder Stone…
We had barely got in the car than we were out of it again. Just a mile or two down the road to a tiny village and she was looking for somewhere to park. Now, I have to say that … Continue reading →
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXVI: House of the Ancestors
Our next stop was only about half an hour’s drive from the Templar Church, and the road took us through the silent green of Bodmin Moor. With a long drive still ahead, I restrained myself, albeit...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXVII: Toeing the Line
One of our main aims in taking the Cornwall trip, quite apart from the sheer beauty of the place and the fact that it is strewn with more ancient and sacred places than you could visit in a lifetime,...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXX: Second Time Lucky…
Three days and countless ancient places earlier, our attempts to visit the Cheesewring with Alethea and Larissa had been thwarted by the roiling mists of Bodmin Moor. Mists or not, we were determined...
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXXVI: Somewhere Old, Something New…
Instead of driving to the Red Lion as is our ‘tradition’ when coming back from these research trips via Avebury, we decided, for a change, to stop at the pub on the outskirts of the great monument....
View ArticleA Thousand Miles of History XXXXVII: The Horse and the Crop Circle…
As we drove through Avebury to our next destination, we were more than glad that we had been prompted to stop at the Waggon and Horses instead of our usual port of call. The Red Lion, crammed full of...
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