On acquiring the lands of Orkney and Shetland

Brother Cuthbert saw the fleet first…. And he screamed out to us……Flee !

I could barely make out a colony of grey seals basking in the morning sunlight

I told the romantic but solemn story of Canadian servicemen using their knives to cut a sliver of the wooden portcullis and taking it to France as a good luck token for their parachute descent into Normandy

Dunstanburgh is the name of this hilltop. I hope that it will be a fitting name for the castle.

Last week he told me that he had held eight funerals in a single day

They sit on my stones for rest, for peace, for thought

The Scots raiders and, more recently the Rievers have always plundered what is not theirs

The ‘folly’ was our target so off we strode

Looking out over the sea fills me with warmth

I have time for one more cuppa before I must open Claude up and put out the tables for our guests

I’m looking forward to sampling some of the herbs the Roman trader bartered with us last week

The ‘Great Shoe’ awaits him

On this day, June 6th, I wonder what might have been, if the allies had not beaten the Axis powers… if Britain had not stood up for Poland, and if our airforce had not won the Battle of Britain.

My father says to get what I need and WANT

The punts are all lined up and waiting for passengers that probably won’t arrive today. It’s an important day in the life of the college.

A heap created by ancestors long forgotten, but who prospered in this Glen for generations.

the wheels of our cart groan

Right up onto the roof of the church….

inbreeding, poverty and violence