Daily Archives: July 3, 2017

The Wyrm and the Wyrd: In search of breakfast

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We were surprised to find that breakfast would not be forthcoming. While we could, undoubtedly, have booked it separately, it was almost a matter of principle not to do so. I consider it cheating to neither include the meal in the price, nor to signal its omission in big bold letters where you can’t fail to see it when you book. In fact, although their advertisement mentions that they do provide a cooked breakfast, I have yet to find where it says that it is not included… Which all meant that we got a very early start on the day as we did not have to hang around waiting for service. We downed a banana and a coffee apiece, then headed out into the mist instead…and were very glad we had.

We pulled over at the first lay-by to get a picture of the mountains, wreathed in cloud and looking…

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The Beauty of Corners…

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“Well, that could have been worse,” conceded Butch, settling back onto his customary perch with a slither of leathery wings.

“The beauty of corners,” soothed Serafina, doing likewise, “is that one never quite knows what’s around the other side.”

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“The same could be said of holes in the ground,” chimed Brown Rabbit studying his pocket watch like it told more than the time.

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“I think he is talking about burrows,” twinkled Serafina.

“Aren’t holes in the ground merely the entrance to burrows,” growled Butch.

“Not necessarily,” smiled Brown Rabbit, and skipped off around the cove.

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“Here we go again,” laughed Serafina, taking to the air in pursuit.

“No rest for the wicked,” grumbled Butch, reluctantly following suit.

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Marking the Circle – Solstice of the Moon with Running Elk

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While we continue to share tales of the Silent Eye’s summer weekend in Wales, The Prisoner of Portmeirion, we would like to invite you to join us in Scotland in September, for a Living Land workshop amongst the sacred circles of Aberdeenshire. The Solstice of the Moon weekend will be guided by our friend, Running Elk, with whom we will explore the wonder and magic of these ancient places.

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From the earliest migration of our most distant ancestors, as they moved from the cradle of our species to colonise the planet, one thing has remained a predominant driving force. Scarcity: the fear of it, and the desire to avoid becoming victim to it.

Until our Neolithic ancestors put down roots, the survival needs of small family groups could be met through a nomadic existence; following the herds and living off that which the Land provided in…

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