Category Archives: Stories

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 →

I strongly urge that you do not join the teller of this tale later, nor should you drink too deeply of what he is offering you … Come in. Yes, the party is here in the Pub tonight. There will … Continue reading →

I’ve rarely been scared deeply but I was upon encountering The Horned God while on a walk with two of the Estate’s Russian wolf hounds deep in the woods a few days ago. As you know, this Estate is big. … Continue reading →

Kinrowan Hall’s a vast sprawling edifice going back far longer than one would suspect and it’s been added unto more often than perhaps was for the better. What that means is that we who are staff here each have private … Continue reading →

A letter from the journal of Alexandra Margaret Quinn, Head Gardener here in the Reign of Her Majesty Queen Victoria to her friend, who was staying in Constantinople as of this letter. Alex, as she was known, copied her personal … Continue reading →

I was watching the new reading group that had sprung up last Fall as they met in the Pub near the fireplace. They call themselves ‘A Gathering of Stitchers’. It was, not surprisingly, a reading group devoted to books on knitting … Continue reading →

Gather around, kittens. I, Maeve, shall tell you of Oweynagat, the Cave of Cats, on the isle of Eire, so far away in the land of men. Pay attention — all cats must know these things! The humans call Oweynagat … Continue reading →

It was a fairly typical evening in our Green Man Pub. The weather had turned sharply colder and that meant a steady flow of customers, which kept Finch, my lead barkeep, busy along with one of the Several Annie’s, Iain’s … 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 →

I was passing by the Robert Graves Memorial Reading Room when Iain was lecturing the Several Annies on a subject that was dear to his heart:  ‘There are a number of  dolmens — ceremonial standing stones — scattered about the … Continue reading →