Category Archives: Stories

A Travels Abroad story: A Visit to St. Petersburg (A Letter to Ekaterina)

G’Evening Ekaterina, It’s after four in the morning and I’m wide awake as my leg injury’s keeping me from sleeping long, long after your sister Catherine has turned in for the night. So I’m doing needed correspondence as I’ll get … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: Nicholas

He lowered his head as he walked into the Green Man Pub from the Worlds Beyond on a much too cold late Autumn evening. An impressive thing to do given that door’s a shade over eight feet tall. Dressed mostly in … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Hedge Witches (A Letter to Anna)

Dear Anna, As you well know, I, unlike you, was schooled in the university of the land. I don’t regret it but it was a very good thing that I apprenticed to Macpherson, the Head Gardener before me, as the … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Of Puppets and Their Masters (A Letter to Anna)

Dear Anna, I was lusting after a wee dram of Laphroig very late one night as I wasn’t sleeping well so I got dressed, left my sweet wife sleeping, and made my way to the Pub. As you know, it … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: All Hallows’ Eve

Gus, here. All Hallow’s Eve is less than three weeks away, and the Staff is deep in preparations. Mind you, a lot of those are just fun and games: putting up decorations and scurrying around with secret costume plans. Some of … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Elven Contradance Band

It was one of the oddest contradance bands I had the privilege to call for, as it was comprised solely of musicians from across the Border. Now the Elves tell us next to nothing about their culture, so what we … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: The Calamity Janes

They called themselves the Calamity Janes. They were an Americana group that showed up here. Jack hadn’t booked them, indeed hadn’t even heard of them, but they decided to visit us one fine summer day as they’d heard they could … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Tale: A Restless Queen

It was late at night when the green-cloaked storyteller told her tale. ‘ “Turning and turning in the widening gyre,” ‘ she said softly, quoting Yeats, ‘ “The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; The center cannot hold; … Continue reading

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A KInrowan Estate story: Blackberry Wine (A Letter to Catherine)

Dear Catherine,  Our gardens are full of the good things one finds there as summer wanes: small and large pumpkins, the last of the ripe cucumbers, chili peppers ready for drying, plump tomatoes for canning and drying, blackberries, and an infinity … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Our Greensward

One part of the greensward is set aside for a cricket field. We just refurbished this area last year as it was showing its age after nearly a decade sin E the last spruce up. Yes, I know that Scots aren’t … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Mama Kin

She was simply dressed in summer colours and she had a traveling bag over her back and a flute case as well. As per our Covenant regarding visiting musicians, we offered her a place to sleep, food, and her first drink in the Pub … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Our Wild Wood

It’s an unbroken region that we never touch — thousands of acres forested in trees that are many centuries old. Though we enter it from time to time when walking the Estate, we neither harvest anything from it save mushrooms and … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Of Puppets and Their Masters (A Letter to Anna)

Dear Anna, I was lusting after a wee dram of Laphroig very late one night as I wasn’t sleeping well so I got dressed, left my sweet wife sleeping, and made my way to the Pub. As you know, it … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Punjabi Meal

Chandra came to the Estate several springs back with the intent of being here for a single growing season. I hired her because she had a deft hand with transplanting seedlings, something harder than it looks to do properly, and … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Chasing Fireflies

Come on in, you’re just in time! We haven’t started yet … don’t just stand there in the doorway, come in, come in! We have a contradance planned for tonight. I’m Kate, one of the assistant cooks here, but I’m … Continue reading

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The Summer Queen’s Address to the People  A Meditation on the Season

From the Archives, Written by Emma Bull, 2003 Every year at the Minnesota State Fair, a pretty young person with substantial hair is named Princess Kay of the Milky Way — a sort of dairy state Miss Thing. The young … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Night in Our Pub

Come join me. I’m in the back bar of our Pub, where the Neverending Session is in full flow. There’s an amazing Galician guitarist sitting in tonight, so I’ve (been) volunteered to write this journal entry while I’m here. Actually, … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Spring day

Finally, a day that really feels like spring — sunny, mild, light breezes — a perfect morning for a walk down by the Pond. It’s been a while since I’ve been there, so I want to catch up. The geese … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Our Orchestra

Indeed there is an orchestra at Kinrowan Estate that probably as been around as long as the Never-ending Session has been. I’ve booked them several times for private parties held in the Robert Graves Memorial Room. Musicians. You have to … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Yurts (A Letter to Anna)

G’Morning Anna, Some time ago I remember you asking about how the yurts out towards the north meadow came to be. It’s an interesting story, as they were here a decade before I arrived here thirty years ago this year. … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Leylines

The Kinrowan Estate has myriad ley lines, minor and major ones alike. I’m not sure if they are the reason that the Estate was originally settled but it certainly explains the long, eldritch history of the Estate. So let me … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Speaker to Ravens

Yes, a crow whisperer. Wipe that look of doubt off your face as the story I’m about to tell concerns one such being and his tale of what a crow whisperer is. Well, the tale is true as far as … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Gathering of Stitchers

I was watching the new reading group that had sprung up last Fall as they met in the Pub near the fireplace. They call themselves ‘A Gathering of Stitchers’. It was, not surprisingly, a reading group devoted to books on knitting … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Cranachan (A Letter to Ekaterina)

Evening Ekaterina, Ingrid sends her love and hopes your trip to Canada is going well.  We both look forward to your tales of the Ukrainian community that took root in Alberta, Saskatchewan and Manitoba provinces. Mrs. Ware cooked the traditional Scottish dessert that … Continue reading

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A Travels Abroad story: Musical Ganeshes (A Letter to Svetlana)

Dear Svetlana, Glad to hear that your trip to Ukrainian speaking Canada went well. It’s amazing how much of their culture including language is intact over a century after their ancestors settled there!  So you want know about the four … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Hidden Dragon

The dragon was carved of a local stone in multiple pieces by a local firm after consultation with an artist who sketched out the dragon. It didn’t look like the Welsh national symbol but rather was more akin to a … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Several Annies, Part Two

For the first part of this tale, head this way. As we all know, time flows differently on the other side of the Border, and it was three weeks before Liath was back to Kinrowan Hall. She returned on a … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Standing Stones

Dear Katrina, The Several Annies wanted an outside work project for this early Winter so I’ve had them cleaning up the Standing Stones, which has fallen into disrepair over the past few centuries. I blame that on it being in … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Cat Myth

Gather around, kittens. I, Maeve, shall tell you of Oweynagat, the Cave of Cats, on the isle of Eire, so far away in the land of men. Pay attention — all cats must know these things! The humans call Oweynagat … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Brandy (A Letter to Tessa)

A letter from Lady Alexandra Margaret Quinn, Head Gardener here in the Reign of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, Defender of the Faith, Empress of India, to Tessa, her botanist friend who … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Walking: Sunny Days

On sunny days in the winter, as long as the wind is not too strong, a walk outside can be just what the doctor ordered, especially after days of snow and gloom. It’s wise to take a pair of sunglasses, … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Blizzard (A Letter to Tessa)

A letter from Lady Alexandra Margaret Quinn, Head Gardener here in the Reign of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, her botanist friend who is on an extended botanical collecting trip in the Ottoman Empire and elsewhere. She copied her letters into … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Several Annies

It was a dark and stormy night. More precisely, it was a dark and stormy Wednesday night and I’d escaped to the weekly Chix with Stix gathering in the room behind the Library. Most of the time it’s the domain … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Santas! (A Letter to Tessa)

A letter from Lady Alexandra Margaret Quinn, Head Gardener here in the Reign of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, to Tessa, her botanist friend who is on an extended botanical collecting trip in the Ottoman Empire and elsewhere. She copied her … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: The Watcher

. . . standing shadowed near the Year Fire, pale eyes reflecting sparks, pale face ruddy in the flames, a great golden horn at his side, a molten circle lit by the flames of year’s end, year’s beginning. He comes … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: da Vinci’s Dragon

We’ve a board near the Pub where everything from when Chasing Dragonfly will be playing next to tasters being wanted by Bjorn, our brewmaster, are posted. And then there’s a sheet of parchment that really gets an argument going, any time the … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: Black Death

Ahhh, one moment, jeune fille avec les cheveux rouges, while I get us coffee. Now we must pass through the Pub to my office so be very quiet as we don’t want to wake all the sleeping musicians, elves of various … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Old Ben, the Steward

Dear Anna, You asked about the story you’d heard about Old Ben, the Steward in the early Sixteen Hundreds, who helped create the publishing house that is now here. I can’t tell you much about him, as where he came … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Falstaff’s Fireplace

Come in — the staff’s doin’ its annual cleaning of the Fireplace in the Pub. And a bugger of a job ’tis given the massive size of it! Of course, it could only be done after the workers from Local … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: The Hunting Party

This was related to me a couple of days ago by one of our visitors: I heard it only faintly, the jingle of harness in the courtyard. The men I’d been watching heard it, too. The pale man I’d never … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Wooden Shoe Fiddle

The Neverending Session is oft times at its very best when the weather grows colder and the days get far shorter. So it’s not surprising to this old publican that the number of musicians dropping in here at Green Man … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: All The World’s A Stage

From The Sleeping Hedgehog, date unknown. No idea if it’s a story retold there, or a true story transcribed into written form. Not that it really matters, does it? There, my friend. I am not good company tonight, but if you can … Continue reading

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Growing Up in the Mountains

We just called them “the mountains,” but you have to say it a particular way, sort of like “ma’untns” — that’s close, anyway, even if not quite there. There’s a certain lilt in your voice that you’ve got to have … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Venison Stew (A Letter to Tessa)

A letter from the journal of Alexandra Margaret Quinn, Head Gardener here in the Reign of Her Majesty Queen Victoria to her friend, who was staying in Constantinople as of this letter. Alex, as she was known, copied her personal … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: A Handfasting

The note outside the Green Man Pub read in a rather fine cursive script: Celtic Pagan priestess needed for hand fasting in Oberon’s Wood on Summer Solstice. Sky-clad obviously and able to tolerate drunken, off-key bards and terrible sword jokes … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Getting Ready for All Hallows Eve

All Hallow’s Eve is only few days away, and the Staff is deep in preparations. Mind you, a lot of those are just fun and games: putting up decorations and scurrying around with secret costume plans. Some of the more inventive … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Guy Fawkes Day (A Letter to Anna)

Dear Anna, It’s nigh unto Guy Fawkes Day and Iain’s Library apprentices got the jones to put on a full-blown celebration, which The Steward agreed to fund, provided that Iain gave them a full lesson on what Guy Fawkes Day really means in … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate Story: Wandering Through Time

Oh, hullo. Yes, it’s me, Robert. No, no, the other Robert. I was just — what’s that? Well, I don’t doubt at all that I look a bit confused — I am confused. I’ve lost my reading room, you see. … Continue reading

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A Travel Abroad story: Moonshine

Yes moonshine, or white lightning as it’s often called by those who make and drink it. I’ve been reading a book on moonshine,  Chasing the White Dog: An Amateur Outlaw’s Adventures in Moonshine by Max Whitman. I’ve been interested in it as it shows … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: A Pudding Contest

Her name was Bronwyn ap Tewdwr and she was our guest judge for the annual pudding contest. ‘A pudding contest?’ you ask. And I say, ‘Why not?’ Real pudding, like real ale, is a long way from the packaged puddings … Continue reading

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