The Ballad of Yew

The ancient whisper from the heart of Ireland, the yew bow, sings a tune etched amongst the soft susurrations of leaves in the forgotten wood. A weapon, not truly; an amulet, a bridge into the Othercrowd, where the Sídhe people…...

The ancient whisper from the heart of Ireland, the yew bow, sings a tune etched amongst the soft susurrations of leaves in the forgotten wood. A weapon, not truly; an amulet, a bridge into the Othercrowd, where the Sídhe people…...

(A monthly column) The arrow, both ancient and resiliant, has for centuries represented more than ordinary blend of wood and steel. She is an instrument of swift death, and her silent flight often brings forth something beyond a simple ending,…...

The Robin Hood legends have cemented his place as a peerless marksman, but let's be real: nobody in any kind of serious competition these days tries the "split the arrow" stunt. Real archers know the stupidity of making them waste a perfectly good arrow. But it's a story that charms-to show, once again, that when it comes to archery, as with much in life, the question of branding is paramount.

“Old stories endure, even as the world changes’”. This is the tale of the Phantom Archer of Dunluce. As they say, the legend is deeply rooted in the castle's history and has been passed down from generation to generation. The ruins of Dunluce Castle stand among the windswept cliffs of Antrim and are a reminder of human ambition in the face of the power of nature.

Indeed, the dance of an arrow as it traverses the distant of ‘from – to’, may seem oddly bizarre. A fleeting moment of grace, a trajectory that defies gravity, a vibrant intention and surrender. A paradox, like life itself, isn’t…...

By Matt Latimer What do you suppose the Ulster-Scots for dragon would be? At the risk of my ancestors haunting me, I’m going venture, Quare Beece Burd. I’m confident the word quare would be a part of it. The Elder…...