Guardians of the Kirk? Uphill Quarry Walk

“What’s this, a strange encounter in the shadow of Brean Down?”

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!


There were four of us, though one was elsewhere in the strictly physical sense, gathered at the Wharfside Tea Rooms in Uphill Quarry. Twenty-four degrees, it was, the hottest day of the year so far – and this particular Pale Janet, forewarned and forearmed with Tesco’s Best, sprayed liberally, scenting the air with coconut, before the adventure began. Playful and serious in turn, we explored…

The lens of my pen’s camera zeroes in upon St Nicholas’ Church, high up and facing Brean Down. There were many more word pictures I could have shared. But this one bellowed to be heard. The actual images I took are locked in my phone, so stock pictures will have to do. Read on…

There was something inhuman, Fey, strange about St Nicholas’ Church. I felt increasingly agitated, anxious, pinched by fingers of mischief or malice; wanted, with an urgency I cannot explain, to…

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4 thoughts on “Guardians of the Kirk? Uphill Quarry Walk

  1. Good morning stu,do you want a garlick and echeneca as before ?,getting it today for you x

    Sent from my iPhone



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