Tag Archives: magic
Refracted Venice Love
Venice bounces light and love into beautiful soft distortions, from it’s crumbling creamy plaster to its curvy colourful glass. Nothing looks quite the same in Venetian light, and reality and dreams merge into surreal and beautiful forms. These moments are … Continue reading
Ancestral Marks
There are stones as old as time, which lie scattered across the high ground around Killmartin Glen. They are covered with furrows and grooves, with cups and rings, cut by the hands of our far distant ancestors. Men and women … Continue reading
Twilight Dreams
There’s a valley, shrouded in the mists of time, and swirling with the echoes of ancient dreams. Here at Dunadd, the tribe of the boar ruled supreme, their kings living in luxury on top of this ancient hill. Dynasties rose … Continue reading
Wood Spirits
Deep in the woods, the air is still and hung with mist. The light travels through shadows, leaning in long slow lines, and blushing through the folding ferns. Spirits hover almost unseen, at the very edges of vision, gone as … Continue reading
An adventure on the edge: Isle of Lewis
Come with me on an adventure, away to the far north west of the British Isles. We need to travel over many mountains, through the heart of the Cairngorms and on towards Kyle, and then we start to cross the … Continue reading
Summers Feet
Summers frothing wave. Always the earth spins faster With its little feet.
Dialogue in Stone: Callanish
Away on the far North Western corner of the Isle of Lewis, which itself sits on the far Northwest of the UK, there lies a dialogue in stone. Written over 4,500 years ago by our Neolithic ancestors, it’s message has … Continue reading
Mystery in Stone
We travelled as far North and as far West as you can in Britain, and we found the oldest mystery cast in stone. I have so much to tell and share, but for now this is a tiny taste of … Continue reading
Mountains, Clouds and Lochs
We packed up and headed North again on Monday. Those of you who have been following for a while will know that we are heading to the West coast village of Plockton, but the route there is stunning, no matter … Continue reading
Swan Lake
On a steep hillside, overlooking the Firth of Forth, near its mouth at Dunbar, lies a hidden loch. Cloaked on all sides by the remnants of the ancient oak woods of Lothian, it has side stepped the passage of time. … Continue reading










