Category Archives: Stories

E Nearly Midsummer, and life around the Green Man offices has started getting a little weird. Oh, all right, a little weirder. Zina Lee here, reporting in from Kinrowan Hall on a beautiful warm July day. I’ve been noticing that the young plants in the gardens and … Continue reading →

Ahh, you noticed the poster for tonight’s event — let me pour you a Banish Misfortune stout while I tell you about it … We’ve got a new contradance band here on the Estate. Drink Down The Moon is the … Continue reading →

Making chicken pies starts with slaughtering enough chickens to feed twenty-five or so hungry folk. A chicken dressed out yields two pounds of meat which is enough for four to six people depending on what else gets added in. All of … Continue reading →

b Nearly Midsummer, and life around the Green Man offices has started getting a little weird. Oh, all right, a little weirder. Zina Lee here, reporting in from Kinrowan Hall on a beautiful warm June day. I’ve been noticing that the young plants in the gardens … Continue reading →

I’m the lead publican here at the Pub, and, if I must say so myself, a damn fine concertina player even though I need to find more time to play these days. I’m also an avid reader, so I’ve made many … 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 →

Coffee should be as black as hell, as strong as death, and as sweet as love. — Old Turkish saying We’ve been playing backgammon to escape the unusually warm weather, gathered round small tables at the Green Man Pub, or … Continue reading →

  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 →

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 since the last spruce up. Yes, I know that Scots aren’t … 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 →