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StoryDo Shining Streams Dream of Radiant Ladies? Angusfolklore27 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore17 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore37 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 5 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 5 months ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 9 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 10 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 10 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 11 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore58 years 4 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore08 years 4 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 5 months ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 5 months ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 5 months ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 5 months ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 5 months ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 6 months ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 6 months ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 6 months ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 6 months ago

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On Oddicombe Beach

The furnicular glides you down into the blue busom of the sea, delivers you almost into the changed lap of the now green waiting wave. A quiet...
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Bonnie Prince Charlie in London, 1750

Years after Culloden, in the despondent London fog, the fat, failed, drunken Stuart indulged his ancestral homeland with an unbidden visit. The Young...
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Kernow Song

This is the land of another language beneath its paper thin English skin. Green sward on the headland's heath, a statement thrust into the Celtic Sea...
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St Rumon's Space (Redruth)

It looks like a bombed out place, this quiet vacancy in an unfashionable town. To one side, over the walls, traffic drones, and on the other a...

The Man Who Hated Wasting Paper

I would give him wings made from the crisp red gold of fallen leaves, fold the bark of silver birch into darts that would pierce his stingy heart. I...
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