The Inner Child! History welcomes the ashes of this fading cycle – the shadows that line the path of foot-fells, And so Winter draws – in nature’s cause – with the biting of its chills! There’s the touch of frost … Continue reading →
Brr! Thanks to the help of Mrs Glen – all very present and correct once again, Armed with the resources for the Roundhouse plan! There are frosted pockets lurking – in the shaded shadows, Bleached with ice – there’s a … Continue reading →
Entering Through the Gate! With an extended wailing – the screeching of a Buzzard – as we draw nearer to the gate, Welcome the silence – as we step within – the grey black moods of the cloud dilate! Biting … Continue reading →
Constructing a Gateway! The low bright shimmer of the morning Sun – burns its way through the autumn chills, Greeted by the flightpath of an informal Buzzard – as it calmly skirts the hills! The form of the Willow Herb … Continue reading →
