All Saints Church, Llangar.

Soft, the footfall down the old track, steep, deep, hidden from modernity. Here hazel is tall, reaching skyward to touch the sunlight; the blackthorn and berry grow side by side. Ash shivers in the breeze, while tresses of honeysuckle entwine her. Time. Stands still. Water, softly chatters over stones. Flowing towards the river, unseen, further down the [...]

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The man who wasn’t there.

In awe, with out looking I saw him there, before me, Sun blazing at it's Zenith as a halo around his hooded form, hands held out beside him... dripping... (Thus he came to me, silent, waiting.) With out looking I saw the blood dripping, dark, rich red, dripping from the wounds in those hands, dripping [...]

A web of lies.

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.” ― Walter Scott, Marmion A curious thing this complaint - at first it resulted in a rebuttal, but soon the name on the account that gave it, changed, but the name of the person was clear as she had signed it, as you can [...]