Fat bit? How very rude! We’re just well padded! Surprisingly rain free wander through my old stomping ground (might even see my old house in part 2 if we’re lucky – can almost see it in the first picture!) Enjoy … Continue reading
Day Two (Continued) Following a rather delicious soup stop, we headed off for some light refreshment in the form of Symbol Stones. These mysterious artefacts of the Picts, with their admixture of Christian and Pagan symbolism, remain largely unexplained due … Continue reading
Day Two Mettle tested and hardly dried, we head off to Midmar; a site rather polluted and dulled by the intrusion of “modern” death rites. The energies here are “slacker”. More turgid. I couldn’t handle the swirling vortices and back … Continue reading
Day One The forecast wasn’t all that bad but, heading South, the signs didn’t bode well. The showers seemed to be clumping together, somewhat; and by the time everyone had gathered at the initial meeting place, the gaps between clumps … Continue reading
It’s odd how it catches you, sometimes, off guard. The picture on the right is an image I’ve often tried to capture, usually without success, so when it popped up on a social media group I’m a member off, it … Continue reading
…hanging there in her fullness; already rising so far north since her brief flirting with the equinoctial horizon. Then today, past full but still ripe, high overhead; a ghostly image against the brightest blue of mid morning’s cloudless sky. How … Continue reading
We spent the day out. Searching for a persistently mislaid group of stone circles. I’m sure they may just be shy, and fully expect them to pop out one of these days when we least expect them to. In the … Continue reading
I should have known really… the folklore, like a haddock to the face once you spot it, TELLS you!! But I wasn’t listening, and had to go the long way around… like 10 years searching up hill and down bleedin’ … Continue reading
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Originally posted on pondering the past:
It is an old friend, the stone. A friend to whom I infrequently pay my respects. This year, sand martins are flitting, wheeling and turning overhead as I make my short respectful pilgrimage. Admiring…
It was an oddly euphoric moment of complete clarity. The sun, low, casting great shadows across the landscape; highlighting features normally hidden from view. The first flowers of Spring, punctuating in yellow, the intense verdant of the season. The sky, … Continue reading
Stepping Stones 