‘Peace to their shades. The pure Culdees
Were Albyn’s earliest priests of God,
Ere yet an island of her seas
By foot of Saxon monk was trod.’
– Reullura, Thomas Campbell.
Interesting use of the word ‘peace’ and ‘shade’ in the light of our recent experiences do you not think…
Also pretty much places Ireland and all the Scottish isles in Albion which is useful… and as for Saxon Monk, well…
I like ‘City States’ as senses, not least because it pushes the ‘New Testament Code’ back into the ‘Old…’ and also seems to confirm our earlier theories.
If we are talking symbols though what are the stars that they navigate by…?
The traditional love of riddles is a device to inculcate the poetic sensibility of man and ultimately to foster the ability to read nature in all her mysterious ways…
‘Scions…’ was originally Signs if you recall…
I mean… way, way back, even to Uffington… but yes, possibly Wencobank, I mean Wincobank, again at some point, isn’t there a star map up there?
I only wrote them as your people because you had previously claimed that they were…
And as for wild and woolly it is only really the reverse of your goats and children after all…
The ‘problem’ with returning to these places is that when we do they look completely different and take us off in totally new directions, which isn’t a problem at all, really.
Not sure honour is the correct word…
Anything the Foul Fell Fetcher has to say will doubtless be couched in terms of a not so subtle plea for more cheese…
There really is no hope for that Daft Dog…
Love,
Don x
I am so tired that I think I actually understood this. Perhaps I have learned a new secret for success!!! Have fun with your workshop and I know you both will!!!
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