The Frewyn Herald: Home of the Haanta Series

Mean Fhomhair is around the corner, and that means it is time for pumpkin pie. Baronous Hodge on the use of pumpkins in Frewyn : Gourds are a curiosity on the southern content. They cannot grow well in Gallei due to the inclement weather and the unpardonable soil, and while they grow very well in Frewyn, Frewyns seem rather indifferent to them. Some of the winter varieties are used in soups, but as a supplement to carrot, which I find almost too bad, and the chosen few do make their way into pies and biscuits during the late harvest, but Frewyns are little enchanted with what Marridonians term a staple fruit. Marridon admires the melon and squash, lauding the various species for their own virtues and cultivating their seeds and fragrances for their own rewards, but above all the other dismissed fruit of the vine sits the pumpkin, charming the farmsteads and ornamented the steps of every country house. Frewyn grows them in several varieties, preferring to leave all those with little f...

 There is much art born out of misery. Whether that art is any good, however, is another question-- and whether the new play the Royal Theatre Company puts on will be worth watching must be left to be guessed: “Is the Royal Theatre open again, Alasdair?” Boudicca asked, her ear catching the end of a theatrical wail warbling across the far field. Here was a small sigh. “Should I say ‘unfortunately’?” “Only if you mean it, which I think you must, after hearing the overture of whatever it is they plan to put on.” Alasdair went to the window and looked across the field to the theatre. “I am glad that they’re rehearsing again, because I don’t think it right that we should not have any theatre at all,” said he, grimacing as a few dissonant sounds offended his ear. “I’m only not glad that they’re so loud about it.” Another poorly sung A feeped out from the theatre. “And so flat about it—isn’t the choir master there with them? They should have the piano forte. Dobhin gave them his ...