Holy Darkness, you guys, I think I just had something of a revelation. Why do these things always happen at three in the morning?

( Shameless self-aggrandisement under here! )

So I just got in, anyways... I've been up to the East Cliff every night now, almost, since I got here. And it's never been the same twice. From breathlessly still, to seven-eighths of a gale. From bright starlight to all-consuming cloud. High tide and low, ebb and flow. The light changes shapes and moves things around - some nights the Abbey's gone ( Read more... )

( A little tale for you, gentle reader, of ghosts, mysteries, and the downsides of the modern magic... )

An unfinished song titled "Perfect World", written for F&F but not yet set to music. I'm currently sat talking to i_am_toast about our respective worldviews and what the world means to us both... which is probably why I'm getting the itch to post this now. Eh, well, why not?

( Cut for explanation and lyrics. )

( Of Vikings, sagas, and why I never get my head down when I'm told to. )