Journey for Midsummer on Dinas Emrys
Sunday, November 4th, 2012You find yourself in a high place… a mount top…. grey rocks….. cloud… barren…. bare…. windswept…. desolate…. alone… lonely…. and cold, so very cold. Presently you hear movement… the trickle of disturbed rocks. Someone… or something… is approaching…. coming closer…. closer…. closer You feel uneasy…. exposed…. vulnerable Suddenly a tall man stands […]