The Lost City of Gogyrfan: Uncovering a Landscape of Legend

I felt rather overdressed as we struggled up the steep earth bank, the sun scouring the early morning mist from the hillside. As we placed our feet on the dark brown earth, we were merely brushing the surface of an ancient landscape more composed of myth than physical reality. The Wrong Hill Finally, after a…

The Beating Heart of a Dead Man

The main high street to St Alkmund’s church in Whitchurch, Shropshire, was steep and we were relieved to have finally reached the top. Excited and flushed from our brisk walk we placed warm hands on the cold iron handle of the church door and twisted. The scene which greeted us was filled with light cascading…