Send us a text Welcome to Halloween on the canal. It’s a perfect night to turn down the lights, curl up in comfy chair with a warm mug, and listen to a spooky tale. Can anyone explain what really did happen on that celebrated (or notorious) section of canal at Morton’s Rise under the glowering presence of Draid Hill? Journal entry: 31st October, Friday (All Hallows’ Eve) “The day grows thin Between light and darkness Heron spanned Silent as owl flight The canal ...
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Send us a text Welcome to Halloween on the canal. It’s a perfect night to turn down the lights, curl up in comfy chair with a warm mug, and listen to a spooky tale. Can anyone explain what really did happen on that celebrated (or notorious) section of canal at Morton’s Rise under the glowering presence of Draid Hill? Journal entry: 31st October, Friday (All Hallows’ Eve) “The day grows thin Between light and darkness Heron spanned Silent as owl flight The canal ...
Send us a text Join us on a quiet night of summer rain as we listen to rooks and explore the beauty and ambiguities of two liminal places with a lot in common. We learn about the web-footed fenmen and are guided by Luke Sherlock to a ruined church under haunting skies. Journal entry: 6th June, Friday “We walk through the sheep field As the rain pours down. My boot socks still wet from last night. The rooks muster noisily at the One Oak. Even the magpies’ cackles...
Nighttime on Still Waters
Send us a text Welcome to Halloween on the canal. It’s a perfect night to turn down the lights, curl up in comfy chair with a warm mug, and listen to a spooky tale. Can anyone explain what really did happen on that celebrated (or notorious) section of canal at Morton’s Rise under the glowering presence of Draid Hill? Journal entry: 31st October, Friday (All Hallows’ Eve) “The day grows thin Between light and darkness Heron spanned Silent as owl flight The canal ...
