Autumn in Scotland’s Highlands and Islands brings the haunting sound of the rutting red deer echoing across the hillsides. The first hint of snow is on the mountains, mist is settling in the glens and perhaps there’s a golden eagle on the horizon. We need places like this.
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Passing over Salisbury Plain we travel through a world of pre-history and mystery. Everywhere, the unmistakable bare bones of ancient Britain can be clearly seen. Continue reading “Stonehenge, Sarum and that Spire”
The Romans were here, we have an Anglo-Saxon English village name, a Norman Church and we are still a thriving community. What would Gilbert White have written about us, I wonder. Continue reading “November in an English Village”
This photo ‘Balloon and Brunel’ reminds me of my years spent living in Bristol. You can’t escape the influence of Brunel in this world famous city’s landscape.
In a quiet, remote corner of Pembrokeshire this remarkable place of healing and blessing shows that God has not forgotten this part of Wales. Continue reading “Ffald-y-Brenin – a place of blessing”
A quiet spot on the Essex coastal marshes, where time seems to stand still, raises the question—where is the source of true power? Continue reading “On the Essex Marshes”
Seen from a distance you soon see why this ancient seat of learning is justly named the ‘City of dreaming spires’. But Oxford is also a city of dreams and dreamers. Continue reading “City of Dreaming Spires”
