CHRIS GRICE
But not much about me, because there isn’t much to tell beyond a life-long love of history, folklore and the land I live in. The kids have all flown the nest, so now I can sit down and write some of the stories which have been sloshing about in my head for so long.
Many peoples have passed through this land during her long history, adding to her colour like the built up washes of a watercolour painting, waves of ordinary people who brought their language, their art, their stories and their gods. Some passed on, others stayed and many of them became part of her, but they all left their mark on the land and added to her stories and her legend.
So deep are these washes of colour that it is impossible to view with any clarity the detail of the deepest layers. They are bright but indistinct. But we can still revel in the richness of their hue.
So, I present stories of ordinary people and ordinary gods, making their own legends in a land of beauty and colour.
I live in Yorkshire with my lovely Scots wife, in a little house which is filled to the brim with books and which has a good long view over a land of legend – and a great little pub at the bottom of the hill.