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- It's here again, the woodlands season of mist and Mycelium blossom 💕
Writes Benedict Williams
- The Deer Park In July 2021
By permission of Benedict Williams
- The Holly (Celtic tree calendar) or Buck Moon Waxing over the trees down Church lane last night.
Benedict writes on 20-7-21 And on the evening of 21st July ..... Peace and tranquility are always on hand at Harewood .
- Benedict Williams writes on a July evening in Harewood .......
Poppy dew. I see ocean waves breaking over you, I see the tears from clear night skies and the rubies that upon your skin you turn them to. I see reflected skies in a thousand eyes, I see your scarlet skin bleeding through, I see so much magic in this vermilion dew, I see this but only after the cool night has kissed every part of you.
- July sunset over Almscliffe Crag. Wodins sun slipping off behind the Crag tonight - Goodnight
Photographs by permission of Benedict Williams Fairies at Almas, or Orms, Cliff, in Knaresborough Forest. Almas Cliff is a prominent group of millstone grit rocks, said to have been sacred to the religion of the Druids, and still to retain many traces of the rites and observances of their faith. Latitude: 53° 56' 10.08" N Nearest Town: Harrogate (7km NNE) Longitude: 1° 35' 35.72" W OS Ref (GB): SE267490 / Sheet: 104
- Encounters on a warm summer evening
photographs by permission of Benedict Williams
- Dusk at Harewood
Benedict Williams has taken an late evening stroll and writes: A Tapestry of dusk. When the sun surrenders to western hills its embers fading in a smouldering light When trees weave leaves into blankets to shelter the forest for the night When vision is traded for second sight. When invisible rain falls from the clearest skies and builds jewels of moisture upon every hide. When the air becomes heavy and enwraps my skim as though to let my soul to swim. When songbirds sing themselves to sleep and Badgers stir from within the deep When in this dusk before the night where dark is woven across the light, The woodland realm is my magic place, my souls delight. The Unexpected meeting ......
- Summer Solstice Thoughts by Harewood resident Benedict Williams
Thoughts on the Summer Solstice by Benedict Williamson Lost in the mists, Found in the trees, Dancing through a solstice dawn where spring chose her leave. Summer is born, Through the chill of this morn, To fatten thy fruit And ripen thy corn. (Lower Wharfedale before sunrise)
- Introducing Harewood Terrace 'Lates'
Great Food, Live Music, Stunning views of Capability Browns Landscape....... and why not add a night at lofthouselodge.com to complete the treat. Harewood Food and Drink Project
