I came to this place ... I don’t how I got to be here. As I write down these words, I try to recall my journey but my memories are as fogged as the barren mist-enfused heath below me. It is as though I have been here for a lifetime, maybe more ...
I have a new favourite author: Kit Berry. She has published two (so far) of a planned series of five novels set in a pagan community called Stonewylde.
I spent a long time just looking out over the misty landscape imagining the thousands of generations of people who would have trodden the same path I had taken, sensing the mystic aura of this ancient place.
I have touched on this before when I originally started this blog nearly three years ago. I now find myself revitalised spiritually [I’m sorry if this sounds pretentious – I don’t mean it to be!] and feel it is important for me to e
You know how some poems seem to linger in the memory, even if you can only remember a few lines? Or, as is often the case with me, a phrase or two, often incorrectly! This is how it is with Tennyson's Lady of Shalott.
Very sad to hear of his death. He was one of the more intelligent SF writers, together with Robert Heinlein and Philip K Dick.
This is the BBC News report of his de
The man reached inside and took out a brown-handled knife. It was one of those with a serrated edge, 'laser-sharpened so stays sharp for life', so the advertising claimed.