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Oscar

June 2, 2012

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“I am a Captain, but as they are ten a-penny, and I had a very undistinguished & brief career at the front ( I was shot down by Richthofen in January 1917 & POW till the  middle of December 1918) I do not normally use the rank” Oscar Grieg, is not someone you will have […]

The Ghost of Ted Hughes

April 21, 2012

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So we found the end of our journey, So we stood alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.  Ted Hughes. That Morning. An end is different from a destination. It’s a marker of a complete journey. A lifetime from start to finish and everything in between.With this in […]

Jericho

April 7, 2012

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About an hours walk from my home, uphill all the way, you can stand at the summit of Cosdon Beacon beside a bronze age burial cairn made from granite stones. Here, breathtaking views of Dartmoor in all directions, you will see no walls for five miles when looking due south. Not one. There are no […]

Are we there yet?

March 10, 2012

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‘ Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind is bearing me across the sky.’  Ojibwa saying. Follow your bliss. Easy. No? How many forgotten paths I wonder already lay scattered around in the wasteland of our pasts? Laying discarded and slowly turning back to dust. Were any […]

A door.

December 31, 2011

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A new year looks to you. It spies you hard through the keyhole. An innocent eye trying to work out what you have planned. Christmas excess, the darkness of winter and the innocence of that new years young face moves us. It inspires new actions, plans, escape, change. Resolution. A time for firm decisions and […]

The Moors.

November 5, 2011

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Dartmoor is man made. It is hard to believe as you draw in breathtaking sweeps of moorland. However, it is true. Ancient dwarf oaks huddle together in small pockets, at Wistman’s Wood, the copses of Black Tor and Piles. Everything else is created by the hand of man. Quite literally. The moors are one of […]

The book of Quintessence

October 22, 2011

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Aqua vitae. The Essence of life. Its creation attributed to John of Rupescissa, a Russian monk given to alchemy, heretical prophecy and, not surprisingly, imprisonment. That his greatest alchemic prize should be eternal life, that this should be discovered during the middle ages, is of great note to someone embarking on the foothills of their […]