here is a vale, in a little known part of the world where the roses grow in blue and purple hues. A seemingly magical place, where the scent of heavenly roses hangs heavy in the evening summer breeze.
Heavenly indeed for amidst the towering Oak and Birch trees sits a now ruined abbey where once monks would pray and tend to their rose gardens in peace and tranquillity. The monks may now be gone, and the beautiful abbey open to the sky, but the tranquillity and peacefulness of Tincture Vale persists.
It is this unparalleled beauty and peacefulness that over the years has drawn many to seek solace amongst the abbey walls and overgrown rose gardens. Some have stayed only for a little while, whilst others stay and continue to tend the roses.
It is said that in holy places redemption and forgiveness can be found. For the horses both wild and tamed who have found themselves drawn to the vale, it matters not that the abbey was raised to honour one god, or many. For these special few it is simply enough that no matter what path they tread, they have somewhere to call home. Somewhere to be safe. Somewhere that feels like they might once again reconnect with their gods and goddesses.
Others have found their way to this sacred place, humans needing as much solace and peace as the wild animals who populate the surrounding area. A mutual respect is shared between them, and whilst the horses mostly roam freely through the vale, there are some who have a special bond with their human neighbours, enjoying as much or as little contact as they equally desire.
The vales history with human habitation dates back to ancient times, and deep in the woods to the north of the main abbey complex sits a stone circle, once the focus of evolving religions, both terrestrial, and sometimes perhaps extra terrestrial. This is the only explanation for how some of the vales residents have come to be here.
Tincture Abbey premise, background photography and maps copyright Elandria 2014