As soon as I stepped into it I felt as though the recumbent incumbents might rise in admonition.
My place writing series brings together all of my writings on place from numerous sources including magazine and newspaper articles, blog, newsletter and digest. Where appropriate, I've made revisions, added additional text, information and photographs. It includes new posts too.
We sit beside the porch and take in the churchyard. Whilst we rest, billows of dust plume out of the porch entrance. The dust-busters are in.
Memory, place and continuity in the Yorkshire Dales
During my visit, I enter the church via the porch which has an angel topped gate that houses a lock and latch that is a shrine in itself - a secular shrine to its maker.
A bit of respite at Pennant Melangell in the Tanat Valley in Wales
This really is a magical place - more realm, than place. Because of its location - at the head of a glacial valley, surrounded by hills full of pine and conifer ...
Like a precious baubled ring, the carving becomes the clawed setting, the movement of light upon it the jewel.
I work with patience and knowing. The years of failure have steadied my resolve and, as I weave through the gorse with my camera and tripod, my mind threads between the past and the present.
When I first recognise it, there’s a sharp intake of breath. Surely that isn’t one tree?
Every time I visit a building like this I’m gifted with new ways of seeing,
I've lost count at the number of sticks I've thrown at the Whitten.
In our sunlit, beach-combed, selfie-world, it takes a little bravery to move into the shadows.