The Dark Ages appear in the copybook pages of our historical records like an ink spot. An insidious black mark; a veritable blot on the landscape of time. There are some who claim they never actually existed and that the two hundred odd years represented by their darkness are a fabrication designed to fit the grandiose plotting of an ego-driven king. There are probably only two people mad enough to take such a notion seriously. "Is it another Don and Wen book?" "It is " ... Across the Derbyshire landscape, scattered with sites of ancient sanctity and strange, otherworldly places, our two unlikely companions begin another chapter of their quest to understand the roots of human consciousness and the source of inner light that draws the eyes and heart towards to sun.