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.
Open – Image by KL Caley
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.
Door – Image by KL Caley
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.
Den – Image by KL Caley
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.
Lamppost – Image by KL Caley
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.
Kites – Image by KL Caley
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.
This photo was taken from Bamburgh looking out at the beautiful Inner Farne Lighthouse. Despite being taken on a mobile on a rather dull day in December, I thought it beautiful how prominent the White Lighthouse was.
It was described by Bede – an English Benedictine monk who wrote scientific, historical and theological works – not only as “utterly lacking in water, corn, and trees” and “ill-suited for human habitation”, but also “frequented by evil spirits”. (Ecclesiastical History, IV. 28)
These supernatural creatures are described also in other sources as a pack of pigmy, goat-riding devils, with their hideous faces said to be the inspiration for the sanctuary knocker of Durham Cathedral. The legend is found in Bede’s “Life of Saint Cuthbert”, where he reports that no one could live there in peace until the saint drove them away from the island.
Distance – Image by KL Caley
Intriguing that a few of you went for darker stories for this dazzling lighthouse, perhaps your muse was linked to the great Bede! In all seriousness, a brilliant collection of entries and I think you all from the bottom of my heart for supporting the #writephoto prompt. I have tried to reblog a few entries since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some of them trickling through, but here is the full list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know).
This week’s photo sprinkled a little fairy dust into our lives.
Fairy – Image by KL Caley
I love a fairytale. A number of years ago I bought a beautiful big hardback of Grimm’s fairytales and decided to read them to my nieces when they were staying over. I had no idea the originals were so graphic until I found myself quickly trying to ad-lib the parts where the stepsisters were chopping off their toes to fit into Cinderella’s slipper. Lesson learnt. Have a quick read of books before sharing with youngsters, (although I must say I did quite enjoy the originals once I realised they were quite different from the Disney versions I had grown up with – haha).
A brilliant collection of entries. 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.
She had wandered the hall for many years. The howls heard in the building reputed to be “the wind”, were in fact, the sound of her sorrow. Then one day on her travels, she came across a dress. A replica of the dress she had worn that fateful night. Could it be a coincidence? With all the energy she could muster, she removed the dress from its stand and with great difficulty managed to put it on. It fit perfectly. It had to be hers. She twirled around the ballroom with joy, and then in the mirror she glanced at her beloved, his hand outstretched towards her, requesting this dance.
Dress – Image by KL Caley
I adore this dress. I took this photo at Bamburgh Castle last year. This was known as a Christmas dress in The Faire Chamber, made from faux and real foliage inspired by Lady Dorothy’s gown which stands on display in the castle. Whilst the dress is beautiful and intriguing the story of Lady Dorothy is even more so.
Dorothy Forster became a Northumbrian hero after the gallant rescue of her brother. Dorothy visited her brother Tom on several occasions in gaol, always accompanied by her maid. On her final trip to see him she travelled alone. The story goes that on this occasion, concealed beneath her clothes, Dorothy wore the outfit of her maid. When the time was right she quickly dressed Tom in the maid’s clothes. Leaving together, the guards, accustomed to seeing two ladies leaving the cell of General Tom, let them pass unchecked
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). What a fabulous variety. I hope you enjoy them.
This treasure’s missing from its home Where has it gone, no-one knows A quest for someone noble and brave Start by descending to this cave
Hi Everyone,
I hope you are all doing well? Apologies, I haven’t quite gotten around to the entries the last couple of weeks. We’ve had holidays, sickness bugs and birthdays dominating our household (and my attention). The upside of that is you get a double round-up. 🙂
I have tried to reblog some entries (when time has allowed) so hopefully, you have enjoyed those.
The crown photo was taken at the beautiful Bamburgh Castle in Northumberland. It’s actually a large ornate candle holder (I think) but I immediately thought it looked like a treasure. The descend staircase is actually from Carlisle Castle (a fabulous castle with such interesting things to see and read). There are two staircases like it (left hand/right hand) and quite a few others around the castle which are similar.
As always, if I have missed anyone please let me know 🙂
This photo was taken at the Lake District Coast Aquarium in Maryport. This little aquarium had a brilliant selection of native sea life, which I found quite intriguing. They also had a breeding program showing various stages, a lobster hatchery project and spectacular jellyfish breeding tanks. Something I hadn’t really seen before.
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.
Thank youall again for taking part in #writephoto – CRAB
It’s #Writephoto’s Anniversary!
1 Year agoSue who originally hosted the #writephoto challenge, gave me her blessing to continue it. Sue was such a support to me when I first started blogging. Despite the ups and downs of life, it was always a joy to see the #writephoto prompt drop in my inbox each week and challenge me to forget about what was happening in the world and take a little time for myself to try something creative.
I am so thankful to you all for continuing to support the prompt.
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