Wayland Smithy. Tomb of the ancestors

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Hello Sandy,
Beautifully done and words from the heart. Took me straight back there. We ARE the people who made something of our lands and fought and bled over them and shaped our little world to support us, the North West European peoples indigenous to these mountains, rivers, moors, downs and meadows.
We carved our story into the landscape and marked our tribal lands in oak and sarsen stone and with the bones of our chieftains and our loved ones. They deserve our veneration for they link us directly to these islands we call home and I feel their presence at the ancient places made and on the days we know they held to be special.
Your candle was a fitting tribute to those who went before, its flame burns in the stone womb of the Smithy and in the mead halls and ale lodges of Valhalla and warms the battered bodies of the einerjar, the immortal souls of bygone armies of warrior farmers and spearmen on the palisades of our hillforts. The flame burns brighter for them all everytime one of their sons or daughters lights another in rememberance of them. Our forebears live in us. While we breath as a race the flame burns in the halls of our ancestors. It is my greatest and most fervent prayer that the flame and our folk are never extinguished for that would douse out the light of the world and herald a second
Barbarian age of Darkness. Excellent video mate,
You can see how its kicked me into gear a bit. Lump in the throat job. I hope all goes well for the owl. You were meant to find him. He had one eye. Odin was there watching...with his one eye.
Thank you for stirring my still waters.
An emotional Chris :-)