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Lords of the Forest

I stood resting with mother earth until the hard north wind disturbed my slumber. Wild blew the wind and hard was the rain. Tonight three giants of the realm passed away, shattered by the wind, broken asunder, driven down on to the earth. To be infiltrated, unravelled,…

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Writing and Photography

I have never found photography an easy art to understand, so getting the right photo for that I want rarely happens. Intending to write a short piece about a journey made a few years back, I attempted to obtain a photo to illustrate the article.…

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The Gully

The weed choked stairs led down into a gully, the banks of which were built up with rough ironstone walls, between which the rust coloured river Irwell flowed. Broken slabs of ironstone littered the floor of the river. Jack hurried down the steps…

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