A hwyll worthy of the word grew – with warmth, welcomes, enthusiasm and eager expectation as a large group of listeners gathered in the Chillingham Arms upstairs room – and on Zoom – regulars and “first time” – and settled …
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Chris Adriaanse reflects on “Nightingale”
The Plight of the Nightingale
Sarah Deco transcended relocation and rail strikes to finally bring her stories of the nightingale to A Bit Crack on Friday evening.
She elegantly weaved together the stories of the nightingale’s transnational migration from …
CK reflects on “The Thorn in The Kings Foot”
Lara reflects on “Mead and Magic”
Pat reflects on Storyrounds open night.
We sit in a circle, candles brightening the space and the evening begins. It’s like a flower slowly opening, petal by petal as one by one take voice and share their story or poem. Whether personal, imagined or discovered. Each …
Steve reflects on Growth Rings – Malcolm Green and Josh Green
“An imaginary journey into a real place…”
There’s an author, Patrick Harpur, who has written a history of the Imagination called The Philosopher’s Secret Fire. I thought of him as I reflected on Malcolm Green and Josh Green’s set on …
Martin’s Reflections on Tim Ralph’s “How to Spin Enchantment”
What a great evening. This is not a review but an appreciation.
Tim took us on wonderful circular journey through a series of connected stories. We had drama, humour, pathos, even a chase, everything we could possibly desire.
We were …
Reflections on Emily Hennessey’s “Dog Almighty”
“Listening to the storytellers skilfully tell their magical and enchanting tales, sometimes with music, easily transports me to other faraway worlds.”…
Reflections on Jo Blake’s “A Seat of Softest Fur”
There’s always something special about our December evenings – are we unconsciously thinking of the solstice that’s just around the corner as we approach the heart of Winter? Is it just that we need reassurance when Jack Frost is nipping …
Chris reflects on “A Crack in the Pennines”.
Just turn off the A 69 and head south. Follow the curving road past bleary Bellister, fields of cows, caravans and old mine workings, and you’re bound to find the Old Chapel in Coanwood.
What you would also have found …