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A few more of my southern trip: stopped in on a couple of old favourite spots, Avebury and West Kennet.
#Avebury #StoneCircle #WestKennetLongBarrow #PreHistory #AncientEngland #Pagan #Neolithic
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Took myself away from staring at a computer screen and wrangling websites to walk the hound. Beautiful blue and gold evening, looking towards the Cheviot Hills. A January wind, but the promise of spring around the corner.
#Northumberland #Photography #Landscape #CheviotHills #NorthCountry #January
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Took myself away from staring at a computer screen and wrangling websites to walk the hound. Beautiful blue and gold evening, looking towards the Cheviot Hills. A January wind, but the promise of spring around the corner.
#Northumberland #Photography #Landscape #CheviotHills #NorthCountry #January
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Took myself away from staring at a computer screen and wrangling websites to walk the hound. Beautiful blue and gold evening, looking towards the Cheviot Hills. A January wind, but the promise of spring around the corner.
#Northumberland #Photography #Landscape #CheviotHills #NorthCountry #January
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Took myself away from staring at a computer screen and wrangling websites to walk the hound. Beautiful blue and gold evening, looking towards the Cheviot Hills. A January wind, but the promise of spring around the corner.
#Northumberland #Photography #Landscape #CheviotHills #NorthCountry #January
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Took myself away from staring at a computer screen and wrangling websites to walk the hound. Beautiful blue and gold evening, looking towards the Cheviot Hills. A January wind, but the promise of spring around the corner.
#Northumberland #Photography #Landscape #CheviotHills #NorthCountry #January
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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Since I think my original post about this place got lost in my server move, I'm redoing it for #WaterfallWednesday.
This is the Hen Hole, far into the Cheviot Hills, at the head of the remote College Valley. A deep, craggy cleft in the side of Cheviot itself, where the wind blows the water backwards up the fall, peregrines swoop above the cliffs, and fairy music emanates from cracks in the rocks.
The story goes that a hunting party once rode up from Kirknewton, on the trail of a white stag. The stag led them a dance all the way up the College Valley before disappearing between the crags of the Hen Hole.
There, the party became transfixed by the sound of beautiful music. Bewitched, they followed it into a deep crack into the hill, and were never seen again. The only survivor was an elderly farmer on an old nag, left behind by the hunt, who came up behind just in time to see the last of his fellows disappear into the hillside.
#Northumberland #Waterfall #CheviotHills #Folklore #Folktale #Fairytale #Legend #Landscape @folklore
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The Henhole, deep in the Cheviot Hills. Where waterfalls blow backwards, peregrines fly overhead, and fairy music drifts out of the hills.
It's said that once a hunting party chased a white hart all the way up the College Valley, only to be entranced by the beauty of the music and disappear forever underground.
#northumberland #folklore #folkstories #northumbrianstories #storyteller #fairytales #fairylore #lore #strangetales #cheviothills
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The Henhole, deep in the Cheviot Hills. Where waterfalls blow backwards, peregrines fly overhead, and fairy music drifts out of the hills.
It's said that once a hunting party chased a white hart all the way up the College Valley, only to be entranced by the beauty of the music and disappear forever underground.
#northumberland #folklore #folkstories #northumbrianstories #storyteller #fairytales #fairylore #lore #strangetales #cheviothills
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The Henhole, deep in the Cheviot Hills. Where waterfalls blow backwards, peregrines fly overhead, and fairy music drifts out of the hills.
It's said that once a hunting party chased a white hart all the way up the College Valley, only to be entranced by the beauty of the music and disappear forever underground.
#northumberland #folklore #folkstories #northumbrianstories #storyteller #fairytales #fairylore #lore #strangetales #cheviothills
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The Henhole, deep in the Cheviot Hills. Where waterfalls blow backwards, peregrines fly overhead, and fairy music drifts out of the hills.
It's said that once a hunting party chased a white hart all the way up the College Valley, only to be entranced by the beauty of the music and disappear forever underground.
#northumberland #folklore #folkstories #northumbrianstories #storyteller #fairytales #fairylore #lore #strangetales #cheviothills
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I can't get out very far on walks at the moment, but luckily I don't need to go more than a few steps from the back door to feel like spring is coming. The hazel tree (which produced a good crop of nuts last year) is in full bloom of catkins and blossoms.
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Imbolc. St Brigid's Day. 1st of February.
Imbolc is recorded in early medieval Irish sources and was also historically celebrated in Scotland and the Isle of Man. It's generally believed that the origin is older, pre-Christian, and the date is important to many modern pagans as the start of spring. It's also the feast day of St Brigid, mother saint of Ireland, and traditions included the weaving of Brigid's Crosses from rushes. Many believe that Brigid is a Christianised version of a pre-Christian goddess, although she is also recorded as a real historic figure who founded the Abbey of Kildare. It may be that two figures have been conflated.
Imbolc is not recorded as ever being celebrated here in Northumberland, but the reasons for celebrating it as an agricultural festival would have been just as important here. The season for sowing, the start of the lambing, the return of the light, and the promise of warmer, less lean days to come.
#Imbolc #SaintBrigid #StBrigidsDay #folklore #folkways #FolkHistory #SaintsDays #history #spring #February #Pagan #RuralLife #OldWays #sunshine #nature #wildflowers #northumberland #aconites #snowdrops #landscape #landscapephotography
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The next stop on my genealogy mini-tour was the village of Motcombe, just over the border into Dorset, where my 3x great-grandfather's family came from.
I didn't find any direct ancestors in the graveyard, but I did find some not-so-distant cousins - I almost missed this great slab of a memorial, because I wasn't looking for anything this big and grand. One branch of the family, at least, seem to have been yeoman farmers rather than landless labourers like my branch. I think this may also have been the oldest gravestone in the churchyard, the only one I saw with dates back to the 18th century.
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Once at Christmas time, the laird had promised his guests good hunting. He paid a local woman, Nancy Scott, sixpence for the location of a rare white hare.
But when the party gave chase, the hare led them a merry dance, finally escaping the jaws of a hound straight into Nancy's cottage.
On entering, the laird found Nancy out of breath, nursing a bleeding heel, but no hare to be seen.
#Northumberland #NorthumbrianStories #Folklore #Lore #WinterTales #Stories #Storytelling
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Listening to the new episode of my favourite podcast of all time this morning. Combines so much that I love: folk music, the outdoors, seasonality, walking, and human connection. A sprinkling of radical politics. And in this episode, history and a bit of folklore!
December ep of #FolkonFoot is the Wexford Carols with Caitriona O
Leary.I don't think Folk on Foot has a presence here, but I wish they did.
https://folkonfoot.com/episodes
#FolkMusic #FolkTradition #TraditionalMusic #Podcast #SaturdayListening #IrishMusic #ChristmasMusic #IrishHistory
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A theme of #MonsterSlaying for #MythologyMonday.
Most people know the tale of the Lambton Worm from Co. Durham, but fewer people seem to be aware that NE England and the Scottish Borders have a plethora of similar worm stories. The Longwitton Worm in Northumberland lived in a burn that rose from a healing spring, and could only be killed when drawn out of the water. The Linton Worm in the Borders was killed by a local laird, using a burning peat on the end of a lance (the same method used in the legend of the Stoor Worm, all the way up in Orkney), and is commemorated by a medieval (said to be 12th Century) stone carving of the event above the door of Linton Kirk.
My favourite one to tell is cheating on the theme, because the Laidly Worm of Spindlestone Heugh, near Bamburgh in Northumberland, isn't slain at all, but to tell you what happened to it would be to spoil the story...
#mythology #folklore #Northumberland #ScottishBorders #DragonFolklore #stories #storytelling #legend
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Challenge by @Steve_p_photos
1 photo per day for 26 days.
Titles start with 'A' and finish with 'Z'. Please don't repeat letters.
No people/human images.
No description in the toot.
Use alt text to fully describe the photo - a picture of a tree is not acceptable.
Copy the rules into the toot.#Photography #PhotographyChallenge #PhotographyAlphabetChallenge
Day 15: O
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Walking home along my old country lane on a sharp, clear November evening, feels like I could have stepped back a hundred years or two (except for the overhead wires 😂 )
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Taken Christmas 2018, in another life when I lived in Rome. Nativity of sand outside San Pietro. Merry Christmas Eve!
#ChristmasEve #Rome #Italy #ChristmasPast #SandArt #SandSculpture #NativityScene
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A random #folklore musing I keep coming back to but have no answer to: where are Northumberland's sea stories?
We have a long and dramatic coastline, and a history of fishing communities, sea trade, and sea smuggling. But no mythical sea creatures, no ghosts of drowned sailors, and the sea itself is incidental even in the few folk stories set on the coast.
I have the odd theory, but no answer. Makes me sad to think that they might have existed but been lost!
#Northumberland #NorthumbrianStories #folklore #FolkStories #NorthumberlandFolklore @folklore
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A random #folklore musing I keep coming back to but have no answer to: where are Northumberland's sea stories?
We have a long and dramatic coastline, and a history of fishing communities, sea trade, and sea smuggling. But no mythical sea creatures, no ghosts of drowned sailors, and the sea itself is incidental even in the few folk stories set on the coast.
I have the odd theory, but no answer. Makes me sad to think that they might have existed but been lost!
#Northumberland #NorthumbrianStories #folklore #FolkStories #NorthumberlandFolklore @folklore
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A random #folklore musing I keep coming back to but have no answer to: where are Northumberland's sea stories?
We have a long and dramatic coastline, and a history of fishing communities, sea trade, and sea smuggling. But no mythical sea creatures, no ghosts of drowned sailors, and the sea itself is incidental even in the few folk stories set on the coast.
I have the odd theory, but no answer. Makes me sad to think that they might have existed but been lost!
#Northumberland #NorthumbrianStories #folklore #FolkStories #NorthumberlandFolklore @folklore
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A random #folklore musing I keep coming back to but have no answer to: where are Northumberland's sea stories?
We have a long and dramatic coastline, and a history of fishing communities, sea trade, and sea smuggling. But no mythical sea creatures, no ghosts of drowned sailors, and the sea itself is incidental even in the few folk stories set on the coast.
I have the odd theory, but no answer. Makes me sad to think that they might have existed but been lost!
#Northumberland #NorthumbrianStories #folklore #FolkStories #NorthumberlandFolklore @folklore
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A random #folklore musing I keep coming back to but have no answer to: where are Northumberland's sea stories?
We have a long and dramatic coastline, and a history of fishing communities, sea trade, and sea smuggling. But no mythical sea creatures, no ghosts of drowned sailors, and the sea itself is incidental even in the few folk stories set on the coast.
I have the odd theory, but no answer. Makes me sad to think that they might have existed but been lost!
#Northumberland #NorthumbrianStories #folklore #FolkStories #NorthumberlandFolklore @folklore