the herring gulls soared above

Its a simple mound surrounded by its henge

When crossing from Devon to Cornwall

none of it ever made sense to me

His wife appeared bearing food and drinks

Right up onto the church

I sipped my gin

She nodded and indicated that I follow her into the stone building

castle life at Stokesay is a wonder to me

Orkney …. A place to savour

Its a beautifully modern city with a vibrancy and voice of its own

Our vicar was touting the virtues of enlisting

I’m looking down onto the head of the white horse

strange stone alignments reach across the peat bogs

fair price for my socks

I walked down to the waters edge and into the sea

We have tin and horses

Many of these young men had fallen in love

History isn’t always what you may think it to be