Tag Archives: Kinrowan Estate

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 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: 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: 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: Fiddles

Fiddles. They’re everywhere. The fairies may very well have brought the harp and pipes to Ireland and gifted the population with them, but sometimes it seems that, if they brought the fiddle to anyone, it was to get rid of … Continue reading

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A Scullery Maid on our Kitchen

From a recent edition of The Sleeping Hedgehog ‘Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.’ — Voltaire Whisht! Hush now, will you, shhhh! Quick, over … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Biscuits

No, not the biscuits we have here in Scotland and the rest of the British Isles which Americans call cookies of one sort or another, but rather what Americans do call a biscuit. There’s simply nothing better then the smell … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: 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 that … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Scarecrows

Scarecrows are something that I think work rather well for keeping certain birds such as crows off the Estate crops, and they add a bit of whimsy to the fields so I let the Several Annies, Iain’s Library Apprentices, make a … Continue reading

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A Kinrowan Estate story: Spring Chores (A Letter to Anna)

Varmaste hälsningar Anna, Spring has finally arrived which mean Gus, our Estate Head Gardener, has drafted everyone not busy doing something they can’t drop for the needed tasks that the Estate demands this time of year. All of my Several … Continue reading

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