Amra Columcille is the thread and rather fittingly it will allow us to bring in some of the Minahane stuff.
Curious, isn’t it how true genius is never recognised in its time largely, perhaps because the establishment by its very nature has neither the desire nor the scope to dream…
I noticed that the murals from Helmsley didn’t quite make it into But ‘n’ Ben… maybe they were never meant to…
We may have to do a little more planning than usual for this trip though.
It might not be quite so easy to rock up on spec and get a couple of beds in what is after all now a foreign country not that it is all that easy in our own country god bless its ‘terrorist’ obsessed heart…
We could do a bit of that planning over the weekend so that at least we have a direction and a number of goals to head for… and some corresponding stop-overs…
Iona, unfortunately, may be an island too far for this one at least…
The name Adam’s Grave is familiar though without being immediately ‘place able’ and yes, it does pretty much fit the theory… quite nicely in fact…
Cole is a mainstay of Watkins so no real surprise there…
The Beast as I shall never tire of explaining is an utter drama queen.
It doesn’t have any taste… just an appetite… which is all consuming like a couple of other concepts which suddenly spring to mind… Down Boy!
PC 963 Kraas saw the figure first and instinctively backed away from it, principally because it was there and unexpected but also because it was tall and hooded, and its face could not be seen.
Bark Jaw-Dark was busy watching the rain with a ‘we may be sheltering here for some time look’ still inhabiting his visage but finally realising something was up, he started to turn and as he did so the figure spoke.
“This is the way…”
“I beg your pard…” started Jaw-Dark.
“… Step inside,” finished the figure.
A scrawny arm with a hand clutching a flyer was presented to the pair, who looked at the flyer then at each other momentarily and then at the rain now hammering the pavement before returning their gaze to the figure and then… they both did as they had been told.
Although neither of them could know it, the arrangement of bars and lights above the doorway they had just entered was displaying an announcement; ‘Erin’s New Shorts’ it said, ‘Evening One – The Seely Court’.
“This is the way, step inside…” repeated the hooded figure, after Kraas and Jaw-Dark had disappeared into the cavernous maw of the building and thrust a flyer filled claw out into the rain…
Lands of Exile Volume Two
BECK ‘N’ CALL
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.
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