Place of Ice Giants … And of the great deer.
We came up from York across the Pennines then up to Loch Lomond, beautiful country. Then we entered the lands of the Ice Giants. These mountains used to be as big as the Himalayas, what we have now is the result of 4 million years of erosion, polished by the glaciers of the last ice age. I’m sensing right back there, all the way. And the Great Deer are there, Elen and Gwyn they call themselves to me although they have many names in many places.
I’ll be dreaming with them tonight, prepping for the Meadow of Stags tomorrow. We were graced by deer tonight already … I go to dream.