Firstly, I would like to start by saying a great big thank you to everyone who has been participating in my challenges over the last few weeks.
As most of you will probably know, I would normally visit every blog who enters to check out your marvellous creations, re-blog a few here on N2W (when time and space allows) and run the weekly round-up.
However, time and I suppose in some ways my mental health has not been in quite the right place to do so. It’s not my story to tell so I won’t go into too much detail but in summary, an immediate family member has been unwell for quite some time and 2 weeks ago we got some tragic news which to be quite honest was worse than we had originally feared, the doctor spoke of the Big C and the words that strike fear into most people’s heart “terminal”. Needless to say, we are all devastated.
With that in mind, I would love to say normal service will be resumed as soon as possible but realistically that might not be the case, some weeks will be tougher than others and I may not be on my top form. However, if you can, please do continue to participate and support the prompt, reading your creations brings me so much joy and I will contribute and feedback as often as I can. There are some spectacular images coming up and I can’t wait to see what you all create.
Nestled in the hillside Quiet as a Mouse Home of the Carthusian monks Visit this magnificent house.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a beautiful old yellow stone priory with ivy growing up the sides.
This beautiful priory is Mount Grace Priory, England’s most important, best preserved and most accessible of the ten medieval Carthusian houses (charterhouses) in England.
You can visit the individual monk cells, these reflect the isolation of the monks who lived as hermits, each occupying his own cell and coming together in the chapel only for the nocturnal liturgical hours, Sundays and feast-days. They were a silent order, and their diet was strictly vegetarian.
A fascinating place.
Here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
Bobbing boats floating out at sea Sandy beach as far as the eye can see The wafting smell of fish and chips Knowing just one bite will go to my hips
Exciting children splash and run Building sculptures just for fun Decorated with scavenged treasures A seaside day filled with pleasure
This sunny little picture was taken at Seaton Carew in the North East of England. My husband and I have visited there for years as it’s a bit quieter than other seaside towns. We used to take our dogs to a brilliant sand dunes section and watch them run up and down the sandy banks. Now with my little one, it’s all about visiting the main beach, collecting seashells and getting that all-important ice cream treat!
I’m so sorry, I haven’t quite got round to reading them all yet, but here is the wonderful collection below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know).
Temple of water A magical site Hidden by nature Away from the light
Stumble upon it Bare your true soul The well will listen And let the magic flow
I couldn’t decide whether to tell you guys that this was a well or not, would you know it was that without the label? Unfortunately, I couldn’t decide what else to call it, pyramid didn’t quite sound right.
I love this little well, doesn’t it look like it belongs to some sacred ritual site. Well, (haha) it belongs to Mount Grace Priory in Yorkshire so perhaps there was a ritual or two related to it. It’s a stunning place, and one of our favourite days out. Highly recommended if you are ever in the area.
I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
“You can’t keep blaming the bubbles in the water on the fish, you scared them all away when the last collection of bubbles came from your behind.”
“One day you’ll find your own handsome male swan whose bubbles you’ll find endearing, won’t they Darling?”
I captured this image of this lovely little family at a priory in North Yorkshire. They seemed to symbolize the peace and tranquillity of the place and watching them swim together was just mesmerizing.
So many great entries everyone, a brilliant lunchtime read if I do say so myself. Jez’s featured a beautiful ode to Swan lake, Willow had me laughing out loud at Geoff the Swan (sorry Geoff), and Jemima took us on a wander around a real-life swannery. Check out those and so many more in our fabulous collection (and do let me know if I have missed anyone).
I thought I’d try something a little different for the featured format this week. Do you prefer it as one large collection or broken down like this?
The adventure starts when you walk through the door
Going somewhere you’ve not been before
Will you turn to the left or turn to the right?
Stepping out from the darkness and into the light.
Another wonderful collection of responses, I’ve enjoyed each and every one; Gary’s terrified us, Jez has romanced us and Yinglan has enchanted us (plus so many more amazing creative pieces). I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for great reading.
Dusk had cast a shadowy vale across the priory. The groundsman circled the property. Its crumbling walls and labyrinth of once-bustling arched walkways had immediately enticed him to the job. Yet now, alone, light fading, he began to second guess himself. Perhaps he was just hungry? Sitting on one of the tumbled walls, he rummaged in his satchel and retrieved the cling-filmed sarnies and flask of tea. The silence of the moors seemed to sing to him in the background as he chewed. In fact, the singing seemed to be growing louder. Finishing his bate, he brushed off the crumbs, tidied up and began to follow the sounds. It would likely be some kids playing a prank, or some interactive thing triggered by a mouse, nothing to worry about, he told himself. Yet, the hairs standing to attention on the back of his hands told another story. Approaching one of the larger walls, he spotted a small but robust-looking door. Trying the handle he found it locked. He reached into his satchel and pulled out the collection of keys, then after a brief selection, he found one that fit in the lock. Turning the handle, he pulled the door open and a gust of musty air drifted out to greet him. A choir of celestial voices permeated the darkness, louder than anything he had ever heard. Yet, behind the door was just darkness. Snatching the torch from his pocket, he shone it into the gloomy darkness, yet all he could see was the dancing dust in the air, caused only by his disturbance. He opened the door wider and shone the torch into each corner of the room, searching for the sound system which was surely making the noise, but none could be found. Then the voices stopped. A whispered voice came out of the darkness and said “You must go!”. He hastily locked the door and made his way back to the car, where he remained the rest of the evening. He never returned to the site of the singing voices.
I love this little door. It can be found at Mount Grace Priory in North Yorkshire at the beginning of the moors. It’s one of my favourite places to visit, nestled at the foothills of the moors, despite being a hair width from a dual carriageway, it is incredibly peaceful and calming.
We’ve had so many wonderful responses this week. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
Places of childhood dreams A palace full of wonder Made from leaves and branches A place to hide under
My cousins, siblings and I were always building dens when we were younger, mostly inside ones (are they dens or blanket forts? I’m sure we called them dens back then). It is amazing how many fun hours we would spend with our creation.
I’m sorry to say I’ve not caught up on all the entries this week, but I will be doing so this afternoon with a cuppa tea and a nice biccy. Here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know).
Agreeing to meet in the dark was a mistake. Meeting under the lamppost had sounded safe, however, in reality, that meant she was standing in the light surrounded by shadows. The leaves on the trees and bushes rustled menacingly. Every animal call made her jump. Why did she always have to show up early? She checked the time, still a few more minutes. What if he was late? Maybe she should just go, maybe this was a bad idea. As she deliberated, a shadow approach. As he stepped out into the light, she knew he was worth the wait.
I would be amazed if anyone knew where this photo was taken. On a visit to Pickering Castle in Yorkshire, we passed by a small sign for a Grade 2 listed building and garden. We decided to explore.
The Friend’s Meeting House is a small stone building, set back from the road and not obvious to passersby. It dates from 1793. It is surrounded by a beautiful secret garden with a turf maze.
The grounds are open until dusk and visitors are welcome to sit on the seats and enjoy the peace, only disturbed by the occasional whistle from the steam railway below.
The place is a spot of tranquillity and I would recommend anyone passing to seek it out.
I hope you enjoyed my 99-word short story. I’ve had so many wonderful responses and enjoyed each and every one. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.
Swirling here, swirling there, Floating gently through the air, Drifting, dipping, swooping glide, Kites a-dancing, in the skies.
I took the dog and the toddler for an early morning walk one-day last spring and even though the sun had not quite broken its way through the hazy clouds, a family were up on the hill flying their kites. Their laughter drifted down to me as I walked the path below. A beautiful moment.
I’ve had so many wonderful responses. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.