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Half A Tide - a tale for Halloween

‘ “The Mud Larks called me out.” said the Mud Walker. He was huge in the hut.  Black, immense and difficult to see.  He opened his pockets and fetched out a small lantern. He lit it. The light fought against the fog and the night. It burned feebly and cast huge shadows.’

A short story for Halloween - sparked by a chance remark from a former Pompey policeman whose work involved the recovery of bodies. (1980s)

Author Sarah Keen - all rights reserved.

This story may not be reproduced in any format without permission from sarahNet Ltd.

Cover illustration Water-Ocean - dark Monster - rain- Cthulhu-ships - hp-lovecraft-digital

Reproduced by kind permission of the owner.

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For an autumn wonderland, step out into Enchanted England

The grace lying within this tree is not the only reason to give it a second glance. The Silver Birch has a close and complicated relationship with fungi. In Autumn it is never a surprise to find the Fly Agaric growing close to its roots and sheltering branches. In addition the downy milk cap and the ugly milk cap (don’t eat any of them) are known to have a close kinship with these trees.

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A Glastonbury tale of toads and tors

We walked down the lanes toward our parked car. The tarmac was blistering in the heat - even through our shoes we could feel its warmth, when - out of the corner of my eye - I saw a tiny movement in the lane. A toad was making its way across the road. It walked slowly, taking no notice of anything around it. To help avoid the broiling tarmac it raised two opposite limbs off the road before taking a step, setting each pair down and raising the next as it made its careful way to a cool green woodland that lay opposite. Inadvertently creating an innovative street dance - the animal remained oblivious to its audience.   On reaching the damp banks the toad paused before plunging back into its own world. The creature was an unexpected joy. With perfect timing, without unicorns, elves, angels or dragons, Glastonbury delivered a tiny piece of natural magic.

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To Salisbury with Love - Enchanted England Craft Fair

An hour later, I drove into Salisbury. At a curve in a road, the Cathedral spire rises above the horizon and seems to float on the landscape. Its graceful grey stones seemingly defies gravity as it reaches up into the skies.  The  streets were also shining, bunting had been hung out in every road. It was a bright, joyful and pretty scene. Only a large police presence gave away the stress the city has been under in recent weeks. 

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Chalk rivers run, clear to the sea

A summer’s walk  in its meadows and the great chalk rivers that run clear to the sea.  Hidden by the bulrushes and the sweeping golden grasses I take off my outer clothing. I slip into the waters and swim, pale as a fish. I slip up river and then return to the hidden bank. I  wade to the shore, earthbound once more.

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