Abiding happily in the heart of Albion, in reach of the border marches, a stone's throw from the old straight road where once the fabled Legio XX Victrix Valeria Legion passed on their way to Deva Victrix, Eboracum and The Wall.
We live a life far, far from the madding crowd and the ties that bind other men, in a landscape steeped in myth, ritual and belief far older than Eternal Rome, where Herne and Wayland still hold sway, where the trees still speak to those who can hear, and stock and stone are things of power.
Now I live a quiet life, I'm finally at peace, and happily share my life with my beautiful wife, in a home that meets all our needs, where we touch the landscape but lightly, and leave it unspoiled for those who will come after us; it is my refuge and my place of wonder, where enchantment lingers for those that can see, and a glamour is cast on all who stay; it is the place where I can write about love, need, trust, care, worship, and commitment and know that it comes from within, not forced by the needs of the day.
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