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Three winters’ tales, of darkness and light

Part 3: And now, a time for dancing The small market town awakens to Christmas Eve. The longest night may have passed, but still the morning is late in arriving. Snow has fallen overnight, coating the footpaths with thin white … Continue reading

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Standing stones, hillforts – and defying a guardian wind

It’s a dour day. Stoking the smouldering coals of melancholy. And it’s further than it seems, the journey. A sign catches my eye. ‘Stone circle,’ I read aloud.  Then add, to my own surprise, ‘let’s go’. It’s a while before … Continue reading

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Hidden. Easter Sunday mirages at the beach

A skylark rises, invisible, like the gentle, irregular whistle of a barely boiling kettle, singing on the hob. A good day to be a skylark. The merlins and sparrowhawks will be flummoxed by the clammy sea-mist that’s swirling in the … Continue reading

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Mist rolling in from the sea (but not on the Mull of Kintyre)

Amazing what Aged White can do. Paint, that is. BTP (Before The Paint), the head of our bed backed onto the green and silver wallpaper that someone, somewhere, had imagined resembled vegetation. I looked at it and felt Ophelia-esque. As … Continue reading

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