The Riddle of the Stones
The hills rise behind Abergavenny like a wall built by giants, steep, green, and unyielding. They are the town’s backdrop … Continue reading The Riddle of the Stones
The hills rise behind Abergavenny like a wall built by giants, steep, green, and unyielding. They are the town’s backdrop … Continue reading The Riddle of the Stones
At the end of a dusty sheep walk, just beyond the bramble-pricked hedges and the scatterings of wool snagged on … Continue reading The Chapel in the Hills
This is a statement in stone, a survivor of centuries, a spine across the river, carrying the memory of hooves and wheels, boots and bare feet. Continue reading The Bridge at Crickhowell
The priory appears suddenly—half in ruin, half in shadow—as though it has risen from the earth itself. The surrounding hills form a vast amphitheatre, each ridge and fold reflecting the broken symmetry of the priory’s arches and towers. These aren’t just hills; they’re a congregation. And Llanthony stands at their centre, the altar to a forgotten order. Continue reading The Ruins of Llanthony
Deep within the walls of Raglan Castle, I climb the spiral stairs to the top of the keep. My footfalls … Continue reading The Walls of Raglan
The sycamore stands like a sentinel. Its great limbs stretch outward, heavy with leaves, each one etched with veins like … Continue reading The Witness Tree
Dawn on the hills of South Wales. A cold wind is blowing in from the west. Skylarks sing above the … Continue reading Wool and Wind on The Blorange
This is truly my happy place. I am somewhere above Crickhowell in Wales. The narrow country lane meanders between tall … Continue reading Walk a Country Mile.
Northeast of Abergavenny, the A465 climbs steadily through the soft hills of South Wales. It is a road of smooth … Continue reading Borderlands
I dream of high cloudsFlush with the light of daybreak.I’m gonna dive inTo waters so cold it makes your bones … Continue reading Solva: Life in Slow Motion