Dear Don: Slitherhound…

Dear Don,

I seem to have been fighting a constant battle with  slugs since I read about the slug trails on the suit, you know… In fact, it seems as if there is a lot of tampering with realities going on at present…

…otherworldly ice-cream vans, wandering stones and disappearing deer… and you ask me if I’ve been interfering with reality again…! Considering your efforts over the past few days chapter-wise, it seems to me that, apart from the whole slug-fest thing, it more likely a meddling with time…

Which should seem like lunacy…

…except for the Incident near the Crone Stone…

Speaking of stones, Stanton Moor has kept cropping up today… another place we said we would have to explore a little better. Apparently there is a hermit’s cave close by with 14thC crucifix still carved into the wall, as well as some rather odd caves, a couple of other stone circles and a very nice set of geometries as petroglyphs…

Nine Stones Close looks a good one, even if only four of nine still stand. Legend says that the stones dance at midday, or another version says midnight. And then there was the labourer who was amongst the stones and found a clay pipe; when he smoked it, he could apparently see through the earth’s surface to a land of the Fae…

Not to mention that there is the Druid pub close by… and the chapel on the hill and Robin Hood’s Stride… and stray Saxon carved stones built into walls… I was surprised at that. You would expect chevron stones to have been salvaged from field walls, rather than being left there. Though I suppose that if they were our petroglyph stones we would be up in arms if they were removed for preservation. Stones that have been placed there for a purpose, should be where they are meant to be…

I am getting a real thing about these misplaced stones you know, it is really beginning to bug me…

Mind, it will be a while before we can get up to Stanton Moor anyway with the workshop coming up… could be worth exploring for a future one though? There is enough in that area to keep us busy for a long time, I feel.

Speaking of busy, the Black Shade is taking on a more distinct form now, isn’t it?

Even if I do feel as if we have more balls in the air than a certain Beast of your all-too- intimate acquaintance.

The same Beast who seems to have developed an unhealthy fascination with the slugs…

Love, Wen and the Slitherhound x