“We need to go to Great Longstone.”
“Oh. Have we been there before?”
“I have no memory of this place…” My companion’s acceptance says a lot about our adventures over the past few years. We have been led by the birds to ancient and significant sites, been given directions by a llama in the middle of nowhere, and woken from sleep knowing where we had to go next. Even though we had no idea why. “Can you remember anything about it?”
“Only the geometries on the ends of the pews. And I think it has a ceiling.“ So, on the day after the Riddles of the Night workshop, we headed out early in the general direction of Bakewell. Haddon Hall would not be open until late morning…we would have plenty of time to revisit Great Longstone church.
“It’ll be shut.”
We walked up the…
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