Albion, Art, Books



…‘To bring something back into the world that was lost,’ she had said as a prelude to adventure.


“We’ll be in touch,” she had said, before drifting into the twilight at adventure’s end…

That was three months ago.

And who was this ‘we’ anyway?

The witch of the wood?

The thought of the old crone and the momentous events of a half moonlit clearing nearly three months ago still make me shiver.

And now?


Except, perhaps, for the odd ‘padding’ sound that appears to accompany my every move.

No one else seems to hear it, although they do keep their distance.

And so, I find myself alone, a lot, now too.

I have been out to the croft a couple of times.

Her croft.




I watched for quite a while last time and considered approaching.

She has probably gone away.

With the witch?

That seems unlikely, and if I thought I had any chance of finding that clearing again I would go back to look, but I do not and so I will not.

It will have to be the croft then…


…The garden looks incredibly well kept for somewhere that has been deserted and the door when I approach is unlatched…

So I enter.

Feeling like a trespasser which is precisely what I am.

What is my excuse?

I did not even knock!

There is no one home.

And in some ways I am relieved.

A mad, adventurous, night which ended as it should have done.


On the kitchen table is a piece of parchment.

It lies flattened, held down at the top by a black iron and at the bottom, by a heart shaped stone.

The parchment feels like it has been left for me although that, I know, is impossible.

On the parchment is inscribed a word.

A Latin word with an elaborately illuminated  capital ‘I’ and ‘N’.



Lands of Exile Volume Two


Stuart France and Sue Vincent

Ben, fast becoming a folk hero after the apparent theft of a standing stone, now languishes in Bakewell Gaol. Don and Wen, suspected of being his accomplices, are on holiday… or ‘on the run’ if Bark Jaw-Dark and PC 963 Kraas, hot in pursuit, are to be believed.

From England to Scotland, the officers of the Law have followed the trail of the erratic couple as they visited the ancient sites of Albion. This time, though, as Don and Wen take the slow boat to Ireland, Kraas and Jaw Dark are one step ahead.

But Ireland is a land of mystery and magic, where reality intertwines with vision and standing stones are still open doors…

How long can Don and Wen continue to evade the long arm of the Law?

Who are the men who wear the Templar emblem… and what are they doing in Derbyshire?

In the shadows, a labyrinth of secrecy shrouds a mysterious figure. What is Montgomery’s interest in a small standing stone?  Just how many high-level strings can he pull… and why?

And what is the dark, winged creature that is now on the loose?

Join Don and Wen as they continue their adventures in the sacred and magical landscape of Albion.

Available in Paperback and for Kindle via Amazon

(Illustrated in full colour)

6 thoughts on “Incipit…”

  1. I love this. Perfect for the end of October, because things are feeling strange as that day, that one day when people we know not, come from out of the earth, and out of other places that we cannot see, and though we are grown and should have nothing to cause us concern, we look back with a wary eye and a shiver goes up our spine. Yes, OUR spine and one wary eye. Because somehow we know inside, deep inside, that we are all in our mind.

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