Up Your End is a living document, and as such is in perpetual refresh and development
Up Your End is a living document, and as such is in perpetual refresh and development
It has been said that the ghost of Dick Turpin has been spotted galloping on Black Bess along High Road and down Essendon Hill...any eye witnesses out there? Do tell...
Heading up West End Lane from Wildhill Road, as you pass the Woodcutter's Store and cross the tiny brook, travel a further 40 paces and in a field to your left you will spy a lone tree.
Breath-taking in its majestic solitude and mundanity, this tree, on occasion, emits the giggling merriment of young children at play. The sound evokes images of innocence and simplicity. Victorian-era naivety deriving small pleasures from running around and around until you fall down.
Have you ever passed by the beer garden of the Woodman, walking up Wildhill, and out of the corner of your eye - when the folded parasols are flapping on a strong breeze...
...noticed how they appear to resemble a small troop of shrouded knights, gathered to plot and plan their next gambit? To me, these resonate as Templar Knights, and their very essences linger and hold the promise of more to come...
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