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StoryThe Lore of Angus Bells Angusfolklore16 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Man With The White Sandshoes Angusfolklore36 years 12 months ago
StoryThe Second Move Angusfolklore27 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDreckly (Part Two) Angusfolklore37 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDreckly (Part One) Angusfolklore27 years 2 weeks ago
StoryThe Slippery World of Superstition Angusfolklore27 years 4 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Conclusion) Angusfolklore17 years 5 months ago
StoryDeep and Crisp and Even (Part 1) Angusfolklore47 years 5 months ago
StoryCaptain Kidd, Accidental Pirate? Dundonian? Angusfolklore57 years 6 months ago
StoryComfy Cosy Angusfolklore57 years 11 months ago
StoryUrien Angusfolklore07 years 11 months ago
StoryWitches of Brechin Angusfolklore18 years 1 week ago
StoryThe Forfar Witches Angusfolklore38 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHoodie Angusfolklore38 years 2 weeks ago
StoryFAQ Angusfolklore38 years 2 weeks ago
StoryBourtree and Broom Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
StoryThose Who Cut The Holly Tree Angusfolklore68 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Battle of Nechtansmere, 685 A.D. Angusfolklore48 years 1 month ago
CollectionPoems of the Dark Ages Angusfolklore08 years 1 month ago
StoryPhantom Drummer of the Ogilvys Angusfolklore18 years 1 month ago
StoryMelgund Castle Angusfolklore38 years 1 month ago
CollectionFolklore of Angus (or Forfarshire) in Scotland Angusfolklore08 years 1 month ago

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Cherry

St Berchan's Wood

Once he lived within a wattle cell, this streamside priest who pressed his hermit's brow to prophesy. I see (as he foretold) the sea unfold mysteries...
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Over The Shoulder

Struggle with the beast, but don’t believe you’ll win. In this swirling phase that carries down dregs to a drowning pool, tooth and claw cannot...
Gold cherry

Woodland Lullaby

Hush a bye, my rowan red, darling dear one in your bed. Hold the branches high and low and do not mind the world below. Your daddy's dying on the lea...

Cadwallon

You are a thorn in my ear from the wind, Cadwallon king. Tonight this corner in a city knows other business; young bloods steel for trouble from no...
Cherry

Single track Heaven

Going north in single track heaven, a black line through the Highland Line, was what we did each summer. Dad banged the horn to blow away the crows...

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