gravestone from walton-le-dale…

grave from walton-le-dale churchyard

gravestone at walton-le-dale, where edward kelley was apprehended for necromancy, churchyard, not this stone.

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entrance to elfhame…

cave on the dusk water, ayrshire

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Amazing day at the Dusk Water…

Great day in the cave at the Dusk Water. Elfhame not open, but very interesting anyway. drc

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Ayrshire…

In Ayrshire. Tomorrow we go to the Dusk Water and Cleeve’s Cove, where Bessie Dunlop, scottish cunning-woman, met Thom Reid (killed at the Battle of Pinkie, ‘translated’ into elfhame/fayre) and the Qweene of Fearrie. Excited. She was later tried at the Edinburgh assizes in 1576 and executed as a witch, a fate many cunning-folk were able to avoid, but unfortunately, not in her case. drc

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The Borders…

The Borders was very beautiful, but literary tourism has done its work, the Eildon Hills well marked with a new sign, with an abbreviated Thomas the Rhymer story and dodgy art. Carterhaugh has a ‘Tamlane’s well’ of recent origin, and statues of Sir Walter Scott everywhere. Great hotel in Clovenford and good food (pheasant and venison). Saw hill that is my candidate for ‘…took me to the green hill to dwell’ of the song and the residence of the Qweene of Fearrie. drc

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Clint’s Cragg failure…

Well, Ireshopeburn and the surrounding area was very rough going and had to be abandoned on this trip (the map is not the territory, the map is not the territory…). We almost lost the car to the rocks and ‘road’ and we probably should have brought some rope (I hate to quote Sam Gamgee here….). A local gentleman on an atv who happened to be driving by helped us extract the car, thank you sir, also informed us we were on a private ‘road’. We pushed on for the Borders, and saw some beautiful parts of Northumberland. My soul always sings in that area, when I die, just roll my body into the heather, please. drc

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In the pines, in the pines…

Rombald’s Moor, although it seems more a forest, very dense, very dark. Amazing stone wall and cave in dense woods. Lots of pheasant and grouse. Dead moles on fences, and lamb and sheep. Could feel and see the trees ‘breathe’. Lots of weird stones and mist. glitter of gold in forest clearing. Now in County Durham, heading to Ireshopeburn and Clint’s Craggs, looking for the cave of the Qweene of Fearrie. drc

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