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Farmer talk is what townfolk call idle chat amongst the farms. It is said that farmer talk is so inane and innocuous that it can put any non-farmer to sleep. This is somewhat true: only those who live and work on the farms want to hear about how much chalk is in the soil and what kind of loam is down and how the sheep are doing and whether there is any fear of casadaicht, and I am sure half of you are already starting to drift off.  Baba Connridh and Jaicobh MacDaede are old friends. Being two of the oldest people in Frewyn, each knows when the other is pretty well done for talking and can therefore say a lot by saying a little. It is no different between them whether they're talking about a new hay harvest or whether they're discussing surviving the latest plague: Baba Connridh was arguing with the turnips. She wanted them planted before the day was out, but they had other ideas; they wanted the radishes to go first, being in with the carrots and parsnips, and though Baba...

The edits and artwork for the Mabhar Leith are almost complete! In the meantime, enjoy a bit about Taunnis Moruadhain, Captain of the Lakes Regiment, Head Guard of the Haven: To Tughneadh, Sir Taunnis would go. It was early in the season for the first cutting of thatch, but he should be glad of seeing the sweetgrass fields at any rate and of never admitting to submit to the protestations of his wife by the way. He quitted the Haven and walked across the bridge to the south side of Barrellynmere, the lake wearing its calmest smiles, the bank skirted by the littoral barm, the wind rippling against the water, the surface mirroring the pilgrimage of passing clouds. Carps and minnows skimmed the shallows, scattering under the Captain’s stride, and Taunnis stopped at the end of the bridge, to glory in the view and admire the Haven from a distance, the old fort collocated by bastions and battlements, its walls never once breached, the central tower surrounded by stones unagitated and un...

We have been sequestered at the keep due to the outbreak of Covid-19. Fortunately we have been prepared for such an eventuality. This is what comes from being a lifelong solitudinarian. Some, however, are not taking the quarantine well, and therefore we have made several of our books free for everyone to read and enjoy for the next two weeks. Here are a list of the free titles: I Hate Summer  A Flower for Rolande The Leaf Flute Baba Connridh Favour of the Gods Some books may only be free beginning this evening, so be sure to check back in case they are not yet free in your region. If you enjoy the books, please leave a review and share with others. Everyone, please stay inside and stay safe.

Baronous on Brigid’s Day : Brigid’s Day is a curious thing. For all the holler and high revel that accompanies the New Year in Frewyn, the nearly six weeks in between Ailineighdaeth and Brigid’s Day, the kingdom is under a languid haze, the end of the winter holidays beginning in the groans and gripes of farmers having to return to their fields, and all the rest of the country is rapt in moderate revelry, sanguine at the prospect of Spring coming on, and lamenting that the exquisite snows should soon be over. I had been used to think the kingdom a dull old place, wondering what ever would a whole country do trapped under a wallop of winter, but Frewyns are nothing if not busy, and they are forever cleaning and clearing away, making the roads passable, their towns and villages rendered only more charming under the garland of frost. Ailineighdaeth is clear in its history and commemoration: a holiday which celebrates the death and rebirth of the year with Diras at the helm as the patr...