BONES OF THE EARTH: WALKING ANCIENT FOOTSTEPS

ery long ago, the lands beneath my feet were held by the Brigantes—a Celtic confederation who lived, fought, and died on the very soil I walk today. Long before modern borders defined the landscape of Northern Britain, this formidable alliance held sway over vast tracts of rugged moorland, rolling dales, and dense woodland, carving out a life governed by the cycles of nature, ancient traditions, and a fierce, unyielding independence.

CYMRU, CELTS AND CARAVANS

ei Newydd is my favourite place on the planet. My time here is simply the best; it's where I find my deepest relaxation. And so, the eagerly awaited moment has arrived—it's time to be here again.

This visit is a special one, just Morticia, Magnus, and me.

2406.08 FINDING CERNUNNOS

Have you ever had a deity practically knock on your digital door? I think I might have. I think Cernnuous has been making himself know to me. Why do I think this? Indeed, who is Cernnuous? Before this I'd never come across the name but I already knew who he was.

2402.09 THE LOST CELTS

I wanted to write this down as a way of clarifying what has been swimming about in my head in a way of making sense of it all.

My beliefs are sat firmly in the Nordic camp but I've always been very Celt-curious.