Author Archives: Hrafnfreistuor

  There are stories of hauntings here at the Kinrowan Estate going back centuries. Of ghostly patrons of our Pub in the Kinrowan Hall who came back again and again at last call to hoist just one more pint of … Continue reading →

It’s early one morning, barely past dawn, when I head down to the Kitchen for an early breakfast of tea and a buttermilk biscuit (as the Americans called them) with cheddar cheese and ham in it. After that, I pack … Continue reading →

I haven’t seen him despite having The Sight but several persons down the years have said that he’s a man dressed in Victorian Era clothes and looking apparently quite solid. He looked to be in his late fifties or early … Continue reading →

It was three in the morning, the time most babies are born and more people die than at any other hour. The Pub was empty but for me and The Old Man writing in his journal as His Ravens looked … Continue reading →

We’ve gone and lost the Cheshire Cat again. Silly little bugger will wander into the conservatory. It’s quite a nasty place, you know. Started out very pretty — glass dome, fountains, marble cupids–all the Victorian doodads. But then the second … Continue reading →

From the archives of Sleeping Hedgehog, the in-house journal published here for centuries now. Welcome, laddy-buck. Come in and find a seat here by the fire, and tell me your pleasure! Take a settle; they’re cushioned and wide enough for two, should … Continue reading →

So if you’ve been with us for any length of time, you no doubt that a lot of us here tell stories about a place in Scotland called the Kinrowan Estate, its inhabitants and what happens there. Some might sound … Continue reading →

You up too? My old bones are aching far too much to sleep, so I thought I’d sit here in the Pub, a glass of something strong in hand, and listen to the Neverending Session who for some reason are … Continue reading →

It was well past the witching hour on a night when a hard rain was beating against the windows in our Pub when the stranger started her story: ‘The Sandman is a far more dangerous, feral creature than modern folk think … Continue reading →