I’m a wannabe author, life long Doctor Who fan, full time developer and general lover of all things tech, have a strange obsession with Aardvarks and ware a waistcoat every day. So I’m pretty normal really!
I’m a wannabe author, life long Doctor Who fan, full time developer and general lover of all things tech, have a strange obsession with Aardvarks and ware a waistcoat every day. So I’m pretty normal really!
It was known as the wall, there was no need for any other title.
The Wall, as solid rock face, higher than any hill in the kingdom, wider that the sea, it cut the kingdom off from whatever lay byeond.
Legends told of it being put there by either mercyful of crule daities, depending on which set of myths you chosse to beleve, but the tribes that tell these myths are long gone, the kingdom is now un...
The light flows around mountain
It’s warming glow caresses the night chilled rock
Nooks and crannies in the rock, both hidden and highlighted by slow sweep of the rising sun
The light shifts from red, to golden and on to yellow as the burning globe rises in the sky
It is the start of another day in the eternity of days witnessed by the mountain....
Another session painting another figure, wow, I could hardly be less excited about this prospect. Figures and portraits aren’t my thing really, but it’s part of the course, so I’ve got to do it.
The model for this session was a woman this time, I’d guess she was about my age, but I’m not go at at these things. She looked sort of familiar, maybe one of the staff I’d seen around the campus, not one ...
He always came in the rain.
I say, he, but I don’t know, maybe it was a she? No one ever got close enough to tell, or maybe they did and didn’t live to tell the tale?
This is the problem, there is so much, myth and rumour around the appearance and disappearance of this figure that I just can’t tell what is story and what is fact.
What I can say is fact, is my own sighting of this man. It was grey ...