When we saw Pat Noon’s video doing the Facebook rounds a few years ago, his farm lodged in our minds as a place that we would like to go.Pat is a ...
Happy memories from 2016
It's been a really busy year for us at The Way of the Buzzard, and we are so grateful to you all for making it all possible. Here is a ...
A Fairy Battery
The place pulled us here by it’s name. I mean, who wouldn’t wonder what a place called ‘Fairy Battery’ was like? We were in great need of a little ...
Site visits a world apart
A few years ago a site visit would have meant something very different to me. With notebook and pen, donned in a hard hat, high vis jacket and steel ...
The World in a Bubble underneath a Coot’s Bottom
by Jason For this short piece I want you to imagine the theme tune from ‘Tales of the Unexpected’, that weekly tv series that ran during the ...
The power on our doorstep
We have some of the most beautiful countryside and powerful sacred sites here in the northwest and the UK. How can they help us in our spiritual ...
Full moon balancing at Arbor Low stone circle
As we drummed she showed her face. Painted red at first with the setting sun, she slowly rose up away from the clouds to her shining white ...
Cernunnos’ Cave
Many hundreds of years ago, wherever there was a hermit, there was a sacred site – a site so powerful it was worth protecting from the people still ...
The Eclipse over the Moors
As we set off for the moors at the Equinox sunrise, signs of new beginnings seemed to be everywhere. Lapwing did its courtship dance, the first time ...
The Sidhe Festival of the Crow
It was a magical evening shared with magical souls across the realms, the planning for which started over a year ago. Back early in 2014 we visited ...
The call of the Green Man
We thought we had chanced upon this remarkable site, Robin Hoods Stride in Derbyshire, but of course we didn't. I have come to learn nothing important ...
Beltane Dance
Beltane is one of my favourite times of the year, and as nature bursts forth, so do I. This year was no exception. We found ourselves drumming up ...
Welcome Moorland Whisper
The wind blew tightly over the moorland, specks of rain dotted the remains of the long barrow against which we rested.Overhead a solitary raven called ...
Post Malham
After completing our work of clearing the energies and freeing the dragon spirit of place, house martins spiralled upwards in the cove, mimicking the ...