Waterfall Swallet, Eyam.

Posted May 25th, 2013 in Historical, Uncategorized by briansellars

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Waterfall Swallet near Eyam.

How could anywhere with such   a fascinating name not be  worth a visit?  Swallet is an old Derbyshire  lead mining term for a place  where water breaks into a mine. From Roman times, water was a major problem for Eyam’s miners burrowing through the limestone beneath their village. Waterfall Swallet lies on a beautiful, wooded hillside below an escarpment called Eyam Edge. A scatter of ancient, now disused lead mines, surround it, though it was never a mine itself. It is a secret waterfall.

Few people find it, yet each year hundreds visit Eyam to see the Plague Cottages and hear the story of how, in 1665, the villagers chose to quarantine themselves and wait to die, rather than risk spreading the plague – the virulent killer, that, according to the story, arrived in a wedding dress. You may be thinking, it was not the first, nor last time that terror arrived in a wedding dress. I could not possibly comment.
Take the Foolow road from Eyam. About 2 miles on, before you get to Waterfall Farm, the Swallet can be found beyond the dry stone wall on your right. It’s a sinkhole into which tumbles a beautiful secret waterfall.
It was the reason I chose Eyam as a location in my novel, The Whispering Bell. I remember standing, watching the waterfall, and wondering how many thousands of years nature had taken to complete its sculpture.
Eyam, the name comes from the old English for island, or land between waters, stands above and between many little streams and brooks. The limestone beneath it is riddled with caves. Even Eyam church was said to stand over Carlswark Cavern, one of the biggest. I hope not. My 17th century ancestors are buried near the sacristy door there. I would hate to think their coffins just dropped, unceremoniously down into caves below when they buried them.

My Dad Built Bury Barracks

Posted December 3rd, 2012 in Blogs, Poetry by briansellars

MY DAD BUILT BURY BARRACKS         Brian Sellars  03/12/2012

My dad built Bury Barracks.
I think he did it him sen.
He could lift Mrs Thackery’s stone sink,
And he built us a chicken pen.
 
He grew spuds, reight big fat red ‘ens,
Onions and runner beans.
If his motor bike spluttered, he’d fix it,
He could orlas mend cranky machines.
 
He could plaster a wall wi’ no trouble at all,
Hang a door, or restring a sash.
If a ball bounced anywhere near him,
He’d orlas set off at a dash.
 
He taught me to swim like a good ‘en,
I never feared watta  like cats.
He could waltz the Valeta and Tango,
And only Bogart had better ‘ats.
 
His bacon and eggs topped me mother’s,
We’d eight it when he were on neets.
I’d creep dahn stairs in me ‘jamas,
When he came ‘ome through t’dawn weshed  streets.
 
He worked in t’steelworks on t’stage,
Norra stage like his pal Ben Warris.
This were arc furnaces lined up in a row.
Mekkin steel wi’ ore dug from quarries.
 
They paid him extra and called it Hot Money,
But that weren’t all that me owd dad got.
Silica dust, toxic heat and burnt air,
Took aim with its deadly shot.
 
His big hands were still rough and strong,
As I held ‘em in that hospital bed.
He smiled and said “Love your mother,”
And that were it, he were gone, he were  dead.
 
I gerrim in whiffs of Imperial  Leather,
As I’m ambling along some cold street.
He’s there in the park when a goal’s scored.
He’s in shoe polish, and carving the meat.
 
How I wish that God had not left me,
And that cold science did not prevail.
For I’d still have me dad to look forward to,
When I reach the end of my trail.
 
Note: My old dad worked on Bury Barracks as a young apprentice bricklayer.
A silly joke in the family was that he’d built the whole thing himself (be him sen) 
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Dance Floor Drowning

Posted April 21st, 2012 in books by admin

A 2013 “YouWriteOn” prize winner

A gripping mystery for adult and teenage readers.

A corpse floats in a swimming pool beneath a dance floor. A blood soaked head is found in a local beauty spot. A woman is clubbed to death and left to rot in medieval tunnels under the city streets.

Three brutal murders, ten years apart. What connects them? Why is a senior police officer determined to hide the truth? What really happened under cover of an air raid that killed seventy Christmas revellers in a popular city centre pub?

Another Billy Perks investigation. The old team; Billy’s pals Yvonne Sparkes and “Kick” Morley with old Etonian, M.D. Doc Hadfield, are joined this time by a new sleuth, rookie cop, PC John Needham.

Buy it now on Amazon or download a free sample. Dance sample chapters

Time Rocks

Posted April 9th, 2012 in books by admin

What would you do if you found a high tech gizmo in earth undisturbed since before Stonehenge was built? Sixteen-year-old Jack Shire is blasted back 5000 years to the Stone Age. Only his friend Tori can save him, but she must face a ruthless megalomaniac who is determined to keep secret his control of time travel and the enormous power it gives him. (Sci-fi for teenagers and adults).

Synopsis

When young Jack Shire finds a strange electronic gizmo on an archeaological dig at Stonehenge, he is zapped 5000 years into the past with no means of returning. Vart, a young stone age man, saves Jack’s life, and teaches him how to survive in the hostile, late mesolithic period, an age when wolves, bears, aurochs and lynx roamed the British Isles.

In the 21st century, Tori Morris, tries to find Jack. She stumbles on the world’s most terrifying miltitary secret, something that bestows immense power on its holders. The world will never be the same again, and those who own the secret will stop at nothing to keep it.

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You can download  TIME ROCKS free in a variety of e-formats at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/16217     Please tell me what you think about it.  I love to hear your comments. Please enter a review if you enjoyed it – (don’t mention it to anybody if you thought it was a load of old pants.)  I hope you enjoy it.

Time Rocks is an adventure story for teenagers and adults.

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