flint – Helen Glynn Jones

Funny Little Bird Stone

I live in a landscape made of flint and chalk, tumbled like the bones of the earth within dark soil. Huge knobbly flints show up in walls from the smallest cottage to the largest cathedral, builders making use of what they had to hand. They lie in garden beds too, clogged with soil, strange shapesContinue reading “Funny Little Bird Stone”

Thursday Doors – Abbots Langley

This is the tower door of the Church of St Lawrence in Abbots Langley. While it’s believed there was originally a Saxon church on the site, the current church was built around 1150 AD, just four years before Nicholas Breakspeare, a resident of the parish, became the first and only English Pope, Adrian IV. TheContinue reading “Thursday Doors – Abbots Langley”

A Piece of Sky

I found this flint some time ago. Split open, it lay upon the path where I walked. It looks as though a star is inside it, as though long ago one fell to earth and became caught in the stone. In Ambeth, the Elders of the Light watch the stars and see what they portend.Continue reading “A Piece of Sky”